[A lot of anger and mourning and existential dread, mostly, but it's not like Sans is going to out and say that. He shrugs a shoulder, his expression dimming as he digs up memories of events he's been doing his best to put out of mind.]

A lot of folks left after the fight, when their contracts were up. Not real surprise there. We went to the Summerlands for a while, and then a nexus world called the Crossroads for a few months after that. A new season never really came together, so we've just started getting our act together recently, since we recruited a lot of newbies.

The grounds are fixed...?

[He gestures vaguely at the freshly repaired circus structures around them.]