Watch surgeries... oh. [Papyrus goes still, nearly as still as his new face, with just the slight rising and falling of his chest interrupting it. His shoulders relax, arms falling to his sides, then he flinches and stiffens up again with an unhappy laugh.]

Well! I can handle that, too. I barely remember any of it! [Just a moment, here or there, notable for being moments of bright lights in what was otherwise a very dim and damp few days.] And, I definitely wasn't in any audience. [Purely hypothetical audience, he hopes. The idea of there being one is brand new and unwanted.]

B-Better the path, we know. Than getting lost. [Even more than he already has been.]