Dear Sans,
It's been a day. I should have listened to you.
I wish I had stayed home, I didn't want to leave you. I see you hurting, and I wish I could hug you like I used to.
But I can't.
I see you getting ready to confront the human. I wish I could tell you to stop, to save yourself, but as loud as I shout, you can't hear me. I wish you'd take your own advice to heart.
Sans, I miss you too.
Papyrus