As strong as she was, it didn't give Greg any right to worry her. But his apologizing around in circles wasn't what would fix that: only resolving to move forward again.

"I thought we agreed. You're the strength, I'm the magic." He'd often joked around with lines like that. He means it now. "...Blanche is going to try something soon. I'm sure of it." That cold fury after the fight with Sans meant the worst was yet to come. Greg looks Meril in the eyes. "We'll watch each other's backs. Right?"