At first, Sans isn't sure what to think. A speech about doing better, maybe? Some sort of... message about the dangers of murder? It seemed a little odd for the guy who rolled so easily with finding a dead body, and yet here they were. Sans braced himself for a speech he didn't have the mental energy to swallow.

Only it never happened. Not that way Sans expects it to, at least.

"... Yeah." It comes out almost choked, and Sans has to work his jaw a few times before finding his steadiness. "Yeah, that's Pap. He's, heh, he's everything to me, man. He always looks on the bright side, no matter what happens..."

Sans stops, teeth set on edge. No matter what happens. God, he must've known, he must've lived a whole week knowing, and just ignored it like Sans was taking a long nap... shit. Dragging a hand down his skull, Sans sighs.

"I'm not much of a good guy either, if I'm being honest."