The music stops. Greg takes a moment, really making sure he's getting what Sans is saying, and hoping he's not. He looks back at his friend again, confused.

"You... you know tonight wasn't your fault, right?"

Why some people were affected and some weren't, Greg couldn't say. Still, he was sure it didn't have anything to do with some being better people than others. Too many people were going to be haunted by their actions, questioning why it had happened, it would muddle how they thought of themselves.

"Like... first things first, whatever you're feeling, that doesn't... what you were doing tonight, that wasn't you."