"yeah. but time is funny. to me more than most, i think. i can't even really...describe it. time just doesn't even--feel real anymore."

Twenty-four hours is the same as a few minutes, or a year, or an entire timeline. Time is meaningless. The only thing that matters is that Tim will be gone.

Tim's voice quiets, goes raw and halting, the way it does when people try not to say something and can't help it.

His best friend. Because of him.

Yet another thing that Sans understands too well.

God, he wishes he could just lie. Just tell Tim that he won't lose Jay or Sans or anyone. But he can't. It's a lie. Sans doesn't know the future. And neither does Tim.

"how is dying now going to keep you from losing someone later? how is that protecting us? just--take it from me. giving up doesn't...save anyone."