[Greg looks... confused, is the word, by the tilt of his brows and his head and the roundness of his eyes, before he looks down at his hands, back and forth, as if reading across them.]

...I know this doesn't mean much, coming from me, to you.

[Assuming Sans is still receiving this in KV's lab, Greg looks toward the empty space where KV once was; they're out taking care of their order, inoculating Lola and Marinero and Niely.]

But I know things are different for folks like you Sans. And I want you to know...

I wanna do everything we can to make sure this one, this time... keeps moving forward.

You get what I mean?