Yeah, but you're not. I'd say what you feel and think matters a whole lot.

[The silence stretches out longer after that, punctuated only by the soft whine of ambient engine noises; a constant aboard the ship, to the point where Sans barely noticed it anymore.

The mercenaries, the nightmares... apparently white noise wasn't the only thing he stopped noticing.]

I'm not in the business of telling people how to be. Helpful suggestions, that's more my speed. So if it helps you, take this as one o'them. [He begins, eyes still dark and hollow as he looks up at her. He couldn't brighten them if he wanted to at this point, the intensity of his feelings on the matter that profound. Monsters didn't even have a word for what happened to J, so contrary was it to their race.

Good thing Sans was a quick study when it came to the depths of human cruelty.]

Even good people can do horrible things. And bad people can be capable of kindness. No matter who your father and mother are or were or any of that...

[His ribs expanded in a facsimile of a breath, creaking softly.]

What happened to you wasn't your fault.