[Put yourself, Mettaton, your brother and your alternate self at risk just for a split-second chance to see Papyrus, or...]
[Or.]
[He's never coming back, is he.]
[He's really never coming back.]
[There's no time for this.]
[Ain't that always the case?]
[Sans squeezes his eyesockets shut for just a moment. It hurts. It hurts, but it always does, and you can get used to anything. Anything at all.]
[So he opens his eyesockets, marches toward Mettaton, and takes his hand. Then he walks forward and tugs Mettaton back through the tear, just before he can make out what Papyrus and the King are saying.]
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[Put yourself, Mettaton, your brother and your alternate self at risk just for a split-second chance to see Papyrus, or...]
[Or.]
[He's never coming back, is he.]
[He's really never coming back.]
[There's no time for this.]
[Ain't that always the case?]
[Sans squeezes his eyesockets shut for just a moment. It hurts. It hurts, but it always does, and you can get used to anything. Anything at all.]
[So he opens his eyesockets, marches toward Mettaton, and takes his hand. Then he walks forward and tugs Mettaton back through the tear, just before he can make out what Papyrus and the King are saying.]
[They're back in Wonderland.]