[Part of him wonder if, even now that he's openly talking about all of it, anything he says will really make a difference to how isolated he feels. Papyrus will never really understand it, and he clearly doesn't. Papyrus can be sympathetic, he can try to be empathetic, but there is still the barrier of dozens of realities that he has never experienced.

Maybe Sans never should have learned the rest of the story. Maybe he should start thinking about trying to forget.

But there's at least one thing they have in common, that Sans can find some hope in. He looks visibly surprised by Papyrus mentioning that he's also worked out a deal to restore his life, if need be.]

...Oh.

[It does encourage him, actually, as absurd of an idea as it seems. It's a bit like the stable certainty of knowing that seeing someone die will not by the last time, without the futility of returning to square one. Not that its a mistake he really wants to see the aftermath of, regardless.]


I, uh... I did something similar. [That is, the exact same thing.] I didn't really... tell anyone about it. But... you should know. Then.

...But.

[He says it, but doesn't know how to finish. Like, maybe he could say how getting revived wouldn't make that okay or an acceptable risk, for the sake of a creature like Flowey. There's no point, though. He looks at the ground, off to the side.]

...I dunno how to end conversations like this without just... going somewhere else.

[It doesn't feel fully resolved, but he's not exactly angry, either. He's never going to be satisfied. So, what does he do?]