[A potentially loaded question. Without any idea what's going on, Sans doesn't know who or what is responsible for whatever is happening. But he saw the way she was looking at that tree, and he can see the way her fingers are only now loosening their death grip on her sweater. He's pretty sure he can trust his observation skills--as far as he can tell, that reaction was genuine, and if she was involved, she wouldn't have reacted like that to the scenery. He shrugs.]
Sounds like your guess is as good as mine. Nowhere I've been before.
[He can't say that, not really, but he's not about to just let every stranger he meets know he can't remember anything.]
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Sounds like your guess is as good as mine. Nowhere I've been before.
[He can't say that, not really, but he's not about to just let every stranger he meets know he can't remember anything.]