"Of course that seems obvious now," Sans says, staring off into space, the dots of light that form his eyes more hazy and less focused than usual. "Whatever you didn't do... it's always gunna seem better."

He knows it's true, because he's felt it. Experienced it. There's no wrong decision and right decision dichotomy. Sometimes, all your options suck.

"If you went back... you coulda found yourself thinking the same things. Wishin' you'd waited. Wishin' you'd learned more. Wishin' you'd done something different, like you are now."

His voice is especially frail at the end of it.

"Doesn't make a difference."