[Too late. He's always too late. Too late for Papyrus, too late for a couple of kids who climbed a mountain.
Too late for just about everybody. A good thing then, a real good thing, that he's so accustomed to the sensation of failure that it might as well just wash senselessly over him at this point. Better for everybody, ain't it?
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Too late for just about everybody. A good thing then, a real good thing, that he's so accustomed to the sensation of failure that it might as well just wash senselessly over him at this point. Better for everybody, ain't it?
Something like that.
He keeps his tone level. Keeps the words steady.]
And where's that going down?