[Sans shakes his head.] it's just some kind of pocket dimension. it might be alive, it might be sentient. those are the sorts of things i'm not sure we can know.
[Monsters don't have much of a concept of Hell to begin with. No more than there's any real afterlife. You live on in whatever has your dust, and that's about it.]
[Tim keeps talking, and Sans sort of forgot that was the sort of thing that needed stating or clarifying. That people just show up here, having died. The way his brother did, twice in a row. He nods again, slowly, but then Jay answers.]
[And apparently, it's news.]
[Sans stays quiet, looking between them. There's a sudden tension that he can't really put a name to, not unless he wants to ask about what Jay means, and what all happened to the two of them back home. And he won't ask. He doesn't want to know.]
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[Monsters don't have much of a concept of Hell to begin with. No more than there's any real afterlife. You live on in whatever has your dust, and that's about it.]
[Tim keeps talking, and Sans sort of forgot that was the sort of thing that needed stating or clarifying. That people just show up here, having died. The way his brother did, twice in a row. He nods again, slowly, but then Jay answers.]
[And apparently, it's news.]
[Sans stays quiet, looking between them. There's a sudden tension that he can't really put a name to, not unless he wants to ask about what Jay means, and what all happened to the two of them back home. And he won't ask. He doesn't want to know.]