There's no point in thinking about those long gone, Sans. Perhaps if you committed that to memory, you'd live a little longer.

"Who's there?" That's the typical response, isn't it? They almost feel out of practice; almost, if they close their eyes, see hard, grey stones, torches mounted to the walls. The dance of shadows in the sunlight- always worth a second look.

There's no point in thinking about times long gone, either. But Chara does it anyway.