Sans hums his acknowledgment, but doesn't say anything else. The more he's hearin' about these demons, the less he's convinced that Chara's really anything of the sort, but he...well, he's probably to blame for that old chestnut, huh? It'd really help them out if they kept pretending to be one, huh?

He doesn't have to feel his sins weighing on his neck. They're just kinda always there.

"So, s'that what you're doin' here? Huntin' and fightin' and whatnot?"

Hello uninspired subject shift, how are you doing today?