"Psh, kid, nah, stop." Sans waves a hand, shaking his head. "Wars are always a pain in the coccyx, whether you win or you lose."

If he really thought about it, he'd hesitate to call the attacks the humans waged on them as a war. The history books always described it that way, but the casualties on each side painted a very different pictures. Monsters were killed in countless droves, while not a single human lost their life. More a genocide than anything else.

To say nothing of the human that only just recently decided to finish the job. But that's a conversation for another time.

"Those other guys, the ones from your race -- were they around for your war?"