Similarly, Rey weaves around and steps across the streets of riddled body parts and rotting corpses. Not even the smell sends her into olfactory overload, if only because she's traveled through much worse. Walking over mountains of death along with the stench of it filling the air is miles more preferable to trying to explain her opinion, though. Especially when it's the opinion regarding her place in the universe, because there's always that someone with something to say about it.

But not Sans', apparently. And for that reason, Rey finds it somewhat peculiar. Granted, he doesn't strike her as the type willing to initiate a heated debate at great length. That would require energy that he doesn't care to expend, it seems.

"Suppose we all are. Even if it sounds like yours is different."

It isn't a challenge. Just an observation.