What she said made sense. Maybe a little too much sense for a guy up to his collarbone in ketchup and feeling the weight of the world closing in.

Sans coughs, or at least does a very passing impression of someone with lungs.

"... Shit." He finally says, rubbing at his eye socket and looking a few years older. "You really laid it all out there, didn't ya."

At some point over the last few moments, Sans eye sockets went an inky black. He doesn't even seem to notice.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, kid. Time? Is just a bunch of little bars of light vibrating across a whole lot of nothing. And we're just the chumps along for the ride until we either die or the timeline dies. Whichever comes first." He holds up his hands, talking with them as a man he used to know once did. Sans can't remember his name. Probably not important.

"Y'see, every moment in time is just an unfathomable number of electrons are hurtling through space, existing in several places at once. The only way to actually know where they are is to look for them. And that, my friend, is like looking for a needle in a haystack the size of the sun with only a few math problems to help you."

He took another drink, not bothering to wipe away the ketchup dribbling down his chin.

"So yeah, we can't change a thing. Trust me, I tried."