Sans growls very softly despite himself, clenching his fists hard and continuing to do his best to hold back the force of his own magic. He can't argue with anyone's logic, here - with a contract, it should be safe. It's just hard to push back those niggling memories of trauma in favour of making an at all rational decision.

He can't wait to be done with all of this and maybe go to fucking therapy or something.

"If we're taking a shortcut, that makes this the last stop," Sans says, glancing at Lambert as he finishes up, and at the rest of the group. "What's the plan if we can't get through to her?"