I guess they probably don't, you're right. [Sans shrugs, sensing that pushing her on this is only going to blow up in his face like a bad chemical reaction.] But when I can't make sense of something, sometimes it helps.

I don't have any kids, but if I did? [Toeing his slipper against the metal floor, Sans shrugs a second time.] It just doesn't compute, I guess. Hurting someone like that. So I think about it in terms of variables and forces. How could Subject A move to Point B and how does that affect Variable C. And no matter how I try to work it out, J, by my estimation? It just wasn't your fault.

But what do I know, right? [On cue, Sans' perpetual grin spread out slightly, though the tension between his brow bones never went away.] I'm not human.