There's light as Papyrus drifts down, light that feels a little bit like a jail door opening and a familiar face poking in. Like the knowledge he's messed up, that'd been clenching in on him, abruptly relaxing to something he can act with.

Papyrus stumbles and rolls to a shaky landing, harder than he'd intended but lighter than it was shaping up to be. It feels like the curved areas over his knees scraped a bit, but otherwise there's no new pangs of pain. Just shadows. Memories and fears, loud in his brain.

And, he remembers as song adds to the light, it wasn't so many days ago that he'd felt like this. Like this, and simultaneously not felt like this, and found a way to be patient with himself through the feelings.

He's terrified, he recognizes. This feeling is like being back in the Void again. Maybe because it's power from the same source, he's terrified and a little off his game... but still here, and she's still big and up there, and maybe there's people he can help. The plan's to stab her deep inside with metal, right? Who has that metal?

"Hey!!" He shouts to the people around him. "Who has the iron, do you know?"