Now that the darkness effects are fading, Sans will let his aura die down to something more manageable. More specifically, he's looking for Papyrus in the crowd, trying to visually confirm that he's okay. He ends up spotting him tugging people out of the way of the Mother, and drifts down closer to meet the group.

Fire guys says to destroy the body, and Sans is completely willing to help. He summons up three of his blasters and channels his angelic and monster magic through them, blasting the spaces where souls bits seem to be emerging. Funny, seeing something like this on a bigger scale. Yet, no matter how much razing they do, it doesn't feel like this could be fully over.

He doesn't specifically enjoy the process, nor does it bother him. Really, he just feels sort of numb. What goes around comes around, he guesses.