[Sans is familiar with smiling that isn't real, of course, and he wonders how much hope Monika really has and how much she's just putting on for his benefit. Ultimately that doesn't matter; Sans has always needed people around who do that. He can't believe it himself, but there's something about the effort. And what's true, what he's sure of, is that he can't just leave things here in this awful operating theater.]
Papyrus'd cook something, probably. [He steps back into familiar if shaky territory. It's harder to talk about Papyrus with all these thoughts about what might have happened swirling around, but it reminds Sans why he's here. Even if Papyrus is dead, he hasn't actually seen Papyrus yet. He hasn't seen who did this. There are still things he has to do.] He's been gettin' a lot better at cooking lately.
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Papyrus'd cook something, probably. [He steps back into familiar if shaky territory. It's harder to talk about Papyrus with all these thoughts about what might have happened swirling around, but it reminds Sans why he's here. Even if Papyrus is dead, he hasn't actually seen Papyrus yet. He hasn't seen who did this. There are still things he has to do.] He's been gettin' a lot better at cooking lately.