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[osteothropy]

[Sans's voice is deep and rumbly, as it is when he is in his big beast form. Presumably, he is holding the radio carefully between two giant claws.]

So. Some kinda poisonous Wyld Fae got Yuya. Dunno if he's still alive.

I tried to get her away from him but she wasn't having it. Dunno what to do about that. Any suggestions?

[He sounds a bit numb.]

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[spaghettimonster]

[It's harder to convince someone who's confident, happy, and inherently unshadowed by fears or regrets, true enough. Appeals to emotions like guilt fly right by. But it's not impossible, especially if they have any inkling of the permanent danger that comes of half being killed.

Papyrus sighs, audibly, before answering.]

...I'll bite. Sans, why do you need that? It sounds like this is very important to you, but, this is better for me? I'm not distracted by all those unhappy things, the way you're sounding... And I'm in two places at once!

It's not twice as productive, but I'm sure he's doing something vaguely useful in all this panic.

[osteothropy]

[Sans has inklings of the danger of losing your other half - he spoke to the Ringmaster about the possibilities, but it's not exactly anything either of them had practical experience with. The danger is a theory, even if it's a likely one.

Unfortunately, Sans isn't in the state of mind to use slow and patient reasoning. He wants Papyrus to be there, and this isn't it.]

...Because you're not my brother.

The bad parts aren't optional. My bad parts aren't optional. Neither are yours.

[spaghettimonster]

[The other side of the call goes silent as Papyrus reels from that answer. Whatever he expected to hear, that wasn't it, and...

It hurts. Hearing his brother reject him like that, it's easily the worst feeling he's had while like this.]

Wow, that's such... an unkind thing to say. You really mean that?

[osteothropy]

Your other half isn't him either! Do you really think the bad stuff isn't a part of what makes a person? Or the good stuff? It's everything we are... Neither of you... neither of you are the same at all.

[It's a much more emotional admittance than Sans would usually give, were he not in the middle of a panic attack. He wants comfort that just isn't there, with Papyrus split.]

I just need my bro here right now, okay? Please.

[spaghettimonster]

[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.]