[When Chandra looks over, Papyrus is still staring at the leaves where the little girl disappeared in the flames. 'Massacre' was a good word for it. He knows distantly that ancient humans were able to use magic, that their most powerful mages constructed the barrier. And he's heard before that human souls are... so much more powerful than monster souls. But he never really imagined what that meant, combined. The size and intensity of those flames is a little horrifying. And the way the little girl just blipped out of sight, as if her own flames had consumed her, gives him a moment of shock.]

...W-well. Anybody would want to disappear, after such a bad day.

[It's strange how the glowing leaves can emit so much of a memory. Not just the pictures, but sounds, a sense of heat, even a hint of the smells. It's not quite so real that it feels like he was there, but if it was his memory playing, maybe it would. He shakes it off, and tries to smile at her.]

But! You're not small anymore, you're a lot bigger than you were then. And... a lot bigger than what was, I suspect, one of the worst days of your life...? Good job, keeping going.