Who am I supposed to talk to about it, you were just telling me to think about something else. You always try to change the subject. [He practically spits the words, but--but what is he saying? That's not-- Just as quick as he was to get angry, he suddenly looks guilt-stricken.] Not that it's your fault. That's my fault. I started that. [Really, Sans can't remember who started it. He assumes it was him. It doesn't really matter when it comes to how he feels.]