–Reaper: Aren't you a poor soul..

[ For the seventh time, the grim reaper stands in front of you. You've been reincarnating for years and years and you've encountered Sans along all the times you've died, now, he seems pity for you. He offers you a hand. ]

–Reaper: Don't you wish to come to the afterlife already? You had pretty bad luck during this life of yours, now, look at yourself..

[ He says as he sees your mauled and bloody body, you're in so much pain you can barely speak. ]