"oh my... human. you seem to have chosen a genocide. again."
"you seem to have violence-ed."
"that... ok, i'll respect your choice."
"anyway, i'm uh... bleeding out here.and i should probably be dead by now... but no, i don't feel like dying."
"well, you've been doing a genocide for a whole week. doesn't it get boring after decapitating my brother for, i dunno... 97 times?"
"you know what? i'm going home."
"i'm just gonna partake into the calm sound of 'yep, your brother's not home and it feels so empty'."
"probably meditate while the world's being destroyed."
"bye."
*SANS!! WAIT!!
"what?"
"......?"