Sans stares at him for a few moments, the lights in his eyes particularly searching as the bob up and down a couple times before seeming to arrive at a conclusion.

"You know none of that stuff was your fault, right? Most of that wasn't you, an' the parts that were... I saw you stand up to him, even when you were still missing the better part of your soul."

"You did the best that anybody could do, Greg," he says, carefully, like he's making sure that Greg hears every part of it. "Anybody."