Sans freezes, and then holds the crystal in front of him again, his grip on it shaking. It's hard for him to explain it - it's hard for him to speak. Thinking about it at all is like a hole deep enough that you can almost lose track of the way you got in.

"We can eat human souls. We can...make them into something stronger than the sum of the parts."

He loses track of what he's staying again, staring at the crystal and into space, an ache lingering deep in his bones.