"And?" He arches one of his supraorbital ridges at her in such a way that definitely implies skepticism. "You realize that intention don't mean much in the grand scheme of things, right?"

Not anybody, he thinks, can every truly be built solely for destruction. Or heck, maybe they can, but that don't ever mean they can't be more than that. Because, uh, honestly, that notion of "fate" and bein' destined for one thing and one thing only? Fuck that.

At least when it comes to people who aren't stuck in perpetually resetting temporal loops. 'Cause, y'know, at least Sans has that excuse going for him.