[The relief he feels when Flowey disappears is palpable. It makes things easier someone, like not being burned by looking at him is enough to lift a weight from his shoulders. He's still not happy, though, not satisfied - and he can tell that Papyrus isn't either.
Sans manages to collect himself enough to stand, finally loosening his hold on Papyrus's leg with a few suction cup popping sounds. He pulls back, and will let go of Papyrus's arm... provided that Papyrus is willing to let go of him in return.]
I... I told you what he did.
[He still looks threatened, but also confused, like he can't rationalize what's going on right now.]
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Sans manages to collect himself enough to stand, finally loosening his hold on Papyrus's leg with a few suction cup popping sounds. He pulls back, and will let go of Papyrus's arm... provided that Papyrus is willing to let go of him in return.]
I... I told you what he did.
[He still looks threatened, but also confused, like he can't rationalize what's going on right now.]
I thought you believed me...