[That's not funny. An exhale; hands cupping their elbows as they look down, smile slipping away and leaving behind- not much at all. The usual, then.]
Sorry.
[They don't actually feel much like smiling, honestly. Or laughing. Or much of anything at all; because for all the thems and all the Chara's and Sans' they met, they met someone else, too. He was happy to remind them, why they were really here.
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Sorry.
[They don't actually feel much like smiling, honestly. Or laughing. Or much of anything at all; because for all the thems and all the Chara's and Sans' they met, they met someone else, too. He was happy to remind them, why they were really here.
And that's why it doesn't matter.]
You can't help me.