When everyone went through the barrier, I was pulled away.

I turned around, "Sans... why? We're all free. What is it?"

"I want to talk to you about something..." Sans sighed, "It's... about..."

I frowned, "Flowey?"

"Yeah... I had no idea. I... I guess I'm a traitor, huh? Do I have to be executed?" Sans asked, nervously.

I sighed, "... No. No... if you have to be, then... you won't be alone... you know my crimes can't be forgiven easily..."

"... But you're the prince. Shouldn't your title make people forget what you did?" Sans asked.

"In a fairytale, sure... but this isn't a fairytale. This isn't Underswap or Underfell, or any of those other AU's... like horrortale." I shivered, "I killed so many people... you know how high my LOVE was?"

Sans smiled, "If I recall, it was 9999."

"Yes. That's the most, isn't it?" I asked.

Sans sighed, "Far higher than the normal maximum."

"20, correct?" I asked.

Sans nodded, "Yes. 20. You know... the others don't have to know your crimes."

"... but what if I turn into a flower? What about then? I'll just go back to wanting to kill everybody... claiming the world is 'kill or be killed'." I complained.

Sans sighed, "You being here is worth the risk. I know you won't turn into a flower soon, but... I'll probably hang with Alphys, so... if you have any... well... 'urges', lets call them, tell us... we'll try to help."

"... it doesn't help that Frisk has done genocide." I admitted.

Sans whispered, "I know."

"Let's not tell them. It was in the past. It doesn't matter now."