Sans looks up from the shelter of his knees, his eyes wide and pained, confusion and hopelessness from two different worlds intermingling. He never wanted it to be like this. He just...couldn't do it anymore. He failed. In the aftermath, it hadn't felt like he could pick himself up again.

Why try to get better when someone else could undo it all at any moment? Why try to do anything at all? But, he thinks, an realization slowly dawning on him - it isn't like that here. Everything has been so final.

What if this is his last chance ever?

"I couldn't... I couldn't tell you 'cause there wasn't any point. You never remembered, and... I just..." he says, slowly shaking his head, and then seems to give up, sinking at the shoulders. "I'm sorry, bro. I'm so sorry."