[For a moment his hopes are soaring, hearing this tale of repentance and reconciliation, as he looks to his brother for confirmation that it's true.
But... Sans doesn't even acknowledge the question, barely acknowledges that Flowey's said anything at all. He flashes magic of fearful aggression, tightens his grip all protective, and warns Flowey to stay away. Even that tail's grasp tightens, frankly painfully so, as Flowey... complies, with a really pained look on his face.
Papyrus takes a slow, for-show breath, and drags a hand down his face. A frustrated sound escapes his mouth.]
Oh my god...
[If he were the sort of skeleton to dwell in regrets, he'd probably be thinking... why didn't he talk with Flowey some more? Explain the situation better? Insist that he go over and talk in person?
And... okay, while he might not be the sort of skeleton to dwell on those things, he can practically hear Sistina saying these things. On some level, he is thinking that. But he can't go through life like that, thinking if he just changed this choice or that he could control what others do. All he can do is his own very best, and encourage others to do the same! Their choices are their own! With occasional, gentle nudges!!
Which... really leaves the question, just what is Sans thinking? Chasing away his friend without so much as an 'excuse me', threatening to hurt - or worse - that same friend... and isn't it Sans' job to stop carnival folks from breaking the Ringmasters rules? The rules like, no attacking each other??? Maybe they should have talked more.
...Nothing stopping them from talking a little more now. And he really can't just let this happen, it's unfair to all of them.]
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But... Sans doesn't even acknowledge the question, barely acknowledges that Flowey's said anything at all. He flashes magic of fearful aggression, tightens his grip all protective, and warns Flowey to stay away. Even that tail's grasp tightens, frankly painfully so, as Flowey... complies, with a really pained look on his face.
Papyrus takes a slow, for-show breath, and drags a hand down his face. A frustrated sound escapes his mouth.]
Oh my god...
[If he were the sort of skeleton to dwell in regrets, he'd probably be thinking... why didn't he talk with Flowey some more? Explain the situation better? Insist that he go over and talk in person?
And... okay, while he might not be the sort of skeleton to dwell on those things, he can practically hear Sistina saying these things. On some level, he is thinking that. But he can't go through life like that, thinking if he just changed this choice or that he could control what others do. All he can do is his own very best, and encourage others to do the same! Their choices are their own! With occasional, gentle nudges!!
Which... really leaves the question, just what is Sans thinking? Chasing away his friend without so much as an 'excuse me', threatening to hurt - or worse - that same friend... and isn't it Sans' job to stop carnival folks from breaking the Ringmasters rules? The rules like, no attacking each other??? Maybe they should have talked more.
...Nothing stopping them from talking a little more now. And he really can't just let this happen, it's unfair to all of them.]
Brother... what are you doing?