So, Sans, didn't you first try to eat Papyrus? How did you manage to control yourself back then, and now? *Gives Sans a fridge full of delicious food* Also, you are legit the best person ever, taking care of Aliza and Paps even though your world is horribly cruel to everyone in it!
“if i’m honest… i don’t know. pap is a special kind of person… he was always able to reach people, even in the toughest of times. its a gift of his. so i’m not surprised he managed to pull me out of a feeding frenzy. preventing myself from doing it again, though… that’s the hard part. hope it never gets there again, cuz honestly… i don’t think he has the presence of mind to stop me now.”
He looks sullen at the thought, his mouth a slice of discontent.
“i appreciate the gesture and the sentiment, kid… but you’re wrong. even if i say i’m just doing my best, is it really true? couldn’t i be trying harder? couldn’t i have found a different way, other than murdering and eating my friends? …it doesn’t really bother me, not anymore, but it should. and that’s not good. not good at all.”
His unhappiness is now cold bitterness, sneering down at the toes of his shoes.
“frisk would never forgive me for what i’ve become, what i’ve done to stay alive. and she’d be right to.”