[Jay has to take a minute to breathe, his face unevenly covered with his hands, as the others speak. This place forces a frantic nod out of him when Sans starts talking about being the 'observer', but he keeps his mouth shut until well after Tim says his piece. He just needs time. He just needs to think.]

Didn't expect this to turn into some kind of...intervention.

[He's aiming for sarcasm, but he falls short, his voice low and cracking at the edges.]

Alright. Fine. This is...this is the consequence. But, look, I'm not like-- [He chokes on the name, and he can feel his face flush red. They all know what he was going to say, and they all know why he can't say it.]

[There's a moment of painful, frustrated silence, a clenched jaw and stuttering breaths, before Jay finally blurts out:] I'm not a murderer!