His eyes snap over to Sans. He'd... he'd said that. It comes back to him, clear as day. It had been right as the seed had been planted, the barest inkling of how far Virgo would go. He could never have predicted then how far things would go, but he'd still known. Known that if he ever put fame before friendship... it wouldn't be him anymore.

Something's been done to him. He'd known it all along, had seen it happen, but had somehow never cared. That had been done to him also, the inability to realize that he hadn't wanted this.

These people came here to help, and he can't understand why... but he knows that he should. And he knows that he doesn't need to understand in order to respond in kind.

With a few steps forward to close the space, he moves in behind Blanche, grits his teeth, and the greenish swirl of his protective bubble seals the two of them inside. Protecting them from any attack outside, sure... and hopefully, cutting off any of Blanche's attacks outside of it.