"You're wrong," Sans says, as if debating with Papyrus is a totally effective and worthwhile use of the Mother's time. "The fae are as much a force of nature as the wind or the water. If you remain where it floods, you will drown." Sans steps closer, apparently excited by Papyrus's objection.

"We are the elements personified, the first beings, the building blocks of life. You will experience me like a beast experiences the winter." This is nothing close to a speech Sans would ever give, but it continues regardless. "I see myself in miniature, in you. Beings of pure magic... always fettered by our nature. You shy from cruelty like I shy from iron. Why must the essences of life be so... limited?"