A thorny question fraught with fear, and doubt, and being alone too long... Papyrus relaxes his grip, but doesn't quite let go. He's still here for you, brother, and as confidently as he can, he says:]
I do. I really do. I just...
[It's hard to look at Sans' face, saying this, and Papyrus studies his feet instead. Squeezes his toes tight together, dragging marks in the soil.]
I want to believe both of you. He admitted, before I called you, that he did terrible things! It isn't as though he denied it. But, if he wants to be a better person... How could I refuse to let him?
[It's not just his usual, naive-sounding optimism. Largely that, and could easily come across as that... but he's pleading a little bit, too. He's projecting, a little bit, at the notion of someone who messed up, wanting to change.]
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A thorny question fraught with fear, and doubt, and being alone too long... Papyrus relaxes his grip, but doesn't quite let go. He's still here for you, brother, and as confidently as he can, he says:]
I do. I really do. I just...
[It's hard to look at Sans' face, saying this, and Papyrus studies his feet instead. Squeezes his toes tight together, dragging marks in the soil.]
I want to believe both of you. He admitted, before I called you, that he did terrible things! It isn't as though he denied it. But, if he wants to be a better person... How could I refuse to let him?
[It's not just his usual, naive-sounding optimism. Largely that, and could easily come across as that... but he's pleading a little bit, too. He's projecting, a little bit, at the notion of someone who messed up, wanting to change.]