[Scanning over the words, Sans found himself lingering on a few key phrases. Losing themselves, Golden Eye, all of it seemed so steeped in ritual.

And honestly, he still couldn't help but wish he knew who So-Yeon was. Where had she come from? How had she discovered what happened? Maybe if he hadn't scared her off, he'd be less in the dark right about now.

With a thought, the text field melts away, replaced by video. Sans looks... tired.]

Sounds like you got a lot further than I did, kid. We got stuff to discuss and my fingers are crampin' up. What room are you in?