It is pretty useless... [Again, another truth pulled from her. Things she would normally only ever think to herself, for fear of upsetting someone. She follows it up with something nicer.] But... thanks, for the... sentiment.

[And she's crying a little again, speaking slowly to let the heavy breaths through, instead of fighting them back. Sorry, Sans, you're gonna have to deal with a crying girl.]

I just wish I could even... imagine her happy... in Oregon...

[But she's dead, there.]

I really wish I'd saved her...

[Max wipes at her face with a sleeve.]