You and Sans were in the middle of a fight within the Judgement Hall. You’ve died a lot of times (your determination forcing you to load your save and come back to life, of course) just to get up to this point, when suddenly, he stops his fighting, sweating a bit. His voice is still calm, contrasting his quiet panting breaths from effort.

”—That being said…You uh…Really like swinging that thing around, huh?…Listen, I know you didn’t answer me before but…Somewhere in there, I can feel it, there’s a glimmer of a good person inside you…A memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing…Someone who, in another time, might’ve even been a friend?…Cmon buddy…Do you remember me?…”

He says, looking at you with that same grin that never moves off of his face. You stand in front of him, holding the real knife in your hand.