Part of Sans is screaming that he needs to fight this, but while he's trapped in Blanche's grip like this he's practically too afraid to move. He clutches at the arm that's holding him, trying to pull the weight from his neck. It could all be over so quickly. Blanche could snap his throat in an instant.

Yet, the true fear lies in what happens if it doesn't end. He knows that if they take him again, it never truly will. He can't take it.

But he can't keep himself from craning to look at Greg behind him, his eye lights flickering with strain. This had happened because Greg came to get him out of that place. He can't let this happen again without trying to make it worth it.

"Buddy," he forces out between closed teeth, trying not to gain Blanche's attention. "C'mon. Please."