We scare a few people, but most of them don't even know about the war. Or that we exist at all.

[There's an irony there Sans can't help feeling at the back of his skull, but he ignores it.]

I, uh, I'm sorry if this is rude, man, but. [He squints, trying to piece the strange deja vu he felt together with the overall sensation of vast blankness.] ... Nah, nevermind.