If Papyrus weren't bone-pale, he'd be turning paler at that concept. As it is, he shivers enough that his spine gives a slight rattle.

"Unflattering comparisons... Not measuring up to somebody's legacy..."

If his brother's been harboring the same kinds of fears and doubts about failure that King Papyrus has occasionally wrestled with... the supervisors' abductions, everybody's fighting and injuries, might have proven all those doubts correct.

"...Okay! I think I begin to see the problem!! Worrying for people is hard enough. Worrying for them, when they don't believe in you, that's even more hard. And then... the vampires..."

Papyrus rests his chin on his hands and thinks for a moment. Well, obviously, Sans' reaction is to get drunk, stay drunk, and commit relatively harmless crimes. Not exactly the kind of thing to improve anyone's opinions of him, not even and especially not his own opinions of him. Story of his brother's life.

"How do you convince somebody to think good things about themselves...?"

It's muttered, a talking to himself tone of voice.