"None taken." Greg couldn't blame anyone for trying to skirt around the sort of punishment Blanche would dole out, and Sans has firsthand experience. He has enough reason to resist even while enchanted. "Guess I got pretty good at the brain juju, though. Quite the posse showed up for us."

They were all in danger. He drew them in, was a lure... He bows his head, struggling to push down the loathing and guilt. "But. That's... that's good. It turned out... it turned out good."

He shudders. "Boy. Gonna have to keep saying that over and over."