....I... [His voice cracks, and he can only bring himself to partially stand, the lower half of him still upon the ground. It's strange, no doubt, for both to see the other like this. For him to see Sans, bundled in blanket, turtled away-for Sans to see Gongenzaka, lacking one arm, hair long and hanging at the sides of his face. Somehow they both manage to only emphasize the misery they could embody now, and Gongenzaka struggles to speak.]

...I could wish it, [he finally answers, his voice quiet.] ...but what happened, and what is...

No matter what could and could not be done, I, the man Gongenzaka, still caused harm. At the very least, in order to move on from that, I must apologize for those actions.

To do otherwise....that would be unforgivable.

To do otherwise, would be akin to no longer caring, for me.

[....He is quiet, after that. He can't argue the other after all, not about this. They really could spend all day-longer, even-determining who of them were more at fault.

But that wasn't what mattered.] ....We are....working upon a cure, as I am sure you know. ....That, at the least... ...That is one step forward already, I should hope.

[He could apologize, of course, for his somewhat pointless apology now. ....but that would be pointless itself, he realizes, instead doing his best to deliver more important matters.]