They look at her, and it's vaguely, almost quizzical. Assessing in some manner, the vaguest slit of open eyes are rusted over red sees her- and past her. Possibilities that they've been a part of time and time again. Sans talks to them. They talk to Alphys. They talk to Asriel. They talk to Chara. They meet themself.

"You're not there." They say, as if that explains everything. She won't be. When the final blow is taken, she won't be.

It's never happened before. It won't happen this time.