...huh. It's sort of strange. He's undeniably looking at a skull, yet still it somehow manages to look just like Sans all the same. Greg laughs, faint and without much humor.

"Hey, we're magic. I bet it'll work out."

He taps his finger against his guitar, drumming out a beat, before starting out a song altogether too bright, upbeat, and too friendly. A song that doesn't sound like a goodbye, or convey all his fear. Not at first listen, anyway.

" Have you ever been close to tragedy,
Or close to folks to have?
Have you ever felt a pain so powerful,
So heavy you collapse? "

Greg plays, and fills it with everything he hopes Sans can do. Sans, and the people outside, and people who haven't fallen as far as him yet. He trusts Sans will play along, just for now.

" No...? Well... "