Helvetica, for now, is silent. Maybe because Sans is saying everything that needs to be said, for once. Helvetica doesn't feel sad about things the same way he does, but it doesn't really matter. They're still the same soul.

"...I kinda hated how good it sounded, for a minute. If you hadn't been trying to drag everyone else into it... it'd be a hell of a lot harder to disagree."

He feels uncomfortable, admitting that. He doesn't want to make it sound like he's looking for attention, because he's not, but... not wanting attention going towards his issues has been a lot of what's kept him silent over the years.

"I think there's plenty to stick around for. The world isn't a hopeless place, there's just... some hopeless people, maybe." He can have hope for other people, just not himself. "I've always been kind of freaked out, that... that something would happen that would make you end up like me."

He's staring down at the ripples in the water.

"But it's never happened. Not now, and not in any of the stuff I remember."