That answer comes at about the same time that J realizes that he's having a tough time picking out Sans' tune because it's mingling with another one.

That's coming from the crystal he's holding.

Because the crystal is a person.

Oh.

Oh, God.

He fights to keep steady. Is this- is this what happens to people who disappear around here? The CEOs make them into this?

He forces that train of thought to a stop - that way lies madness, and he has a job to do before he can even think about heading down that rabbit hole. Priority one is Sans. Everything else can wait. "I'm sorry," he says, voice quiet.