[Ever since the split, he hasn't felt much in the way of guilt. A tiny bit, pushing Sistina to stick with his alterego so neither would be alone in their worrywarting. A little bit more, after his retreat from half of Sans' dismal mood.

But it's uncomfortable to listen to this heartfelt plea.]

I didn't know you felt so strongly about this...

[Papyrus wants to be helpful and agreeable, but he doesn't want that. What a conundrum.]

Clearly, you've recombined yourself... And you're recommending it on others... Ugh. Will it make you feel better if I come over to the group, and talk to him? I cannot promise more than talking, because it sounds hideous and I hate the very idea, but I will try that much. For your sake.

[And, mostly, so Sans doesn't keep yelling at him to do so. He can't just shut the radio off in an emergency situation like this.]