"....Is that so?" He can't fight, not properly. He can speak, but that is all, and beyond that perhaps make faces. Try to breathe. Try to stay awake...

Gongenzaka sighs, but the sound comes out a choking cough again, one that is followed by a rumbling struggle to get his breathing in order. "....Or are you acting.... because of what fills your soul...?"

He growls-and now, anger enters his eyes, the stones themselves seeming to impossibly 'stiffen' with the rest of him. "....I, the man Gongenzaka, felt it, Sans....a poison....a toxin, sitting upon your existence... Do you feel...that is nothing?"

"...Do you truly not care..?"