Papyrus certainly did not seem as though he were about to betray them or turn them over to some higher power at any time soon. If anything, he seemed reluctant to do anything that required effort. It was almost akin to the Sans of the Fell world, only without the borderline psychotic need to be abused.<br/><br/>Was it pure laziness?<br/><br/>They would soon find out.<br/><br/>As they approached the sentry station, the tallest skeleton discarded the butt of his cigarette in a tray on the station's windowsill and turned to regard them both with an odd air to his gaze. Something orange burned at the corners of his vision, but it was gone before anyone could register it. Aster may have felt the brief flow of magic, but nothing more. It was a while before he spoke, but when he did, there was something akin to caution in his tone.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">"...you come here carrying a heavy burden."</span></span>He murmured at length, as though selecting his words carefully,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"If I had to hazard a guess - and I don't have to; I just want to - I'd say that you two have jumped through timelines. Not only that, but your last timeline wasn't as forgiving as this one."</span></span>