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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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[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.]