Oh god. This is the worst kind of thing for Sans to have to talk about. Theoretically, he doesn't have to talk, but... it's too awkward, just sitting here next to her, to not say anything at all. He stares at the floor on the opposite side of the cell.

"To be fair..." Sans starts, after a befuddled pause. "The situation wasn't exactly sporting. Lotta the time... it just matters who strikes first."