The illusion of freedom had been so thin, yet he'd clung to it even when there was nothing but wisps of smoke.

Greg closes his eyes as his hands start to shake. He'd been doing okay holding it together to this point... or, rather, in the few minutes between leaving the bathroom and talking with Sans. Already the strain is pulling him down again.

"Sans. What are we going to do?" All those mistakes feel so huge, it's so hard to imagine a future past them.