Without knowing the specifics he finds himself feeling almost jealous of Sans. He seemed much less confused about where he stood and what he'd felt than the Psionic did. Of course that didn't explain the way Sans had been hiding from everyone all week. The Psionic sighs, feeling confused and frustrated and wishing there was a quick solution to all their problems even though he knew intellectually there wasn't.

Maybe it would have been better for everyone if he hadn't been saved in the first place.

"How could you not have? They made everything seem convincing."