Sans falls silent for a moment, glancing off to the side. It both feels like forever ago and like it's still happening, sometimes. It's still hard for him to think about it objectively. It's sort of hard to acknowledge it at all without it turning into a total head trip.

"It goes both ways, buddy." He's staring at the table when he says it. He's uncomfortable, but not resentfully so. "...Did he do that to you because of the thing in the lab?"