Sans opts to stay still as he lets the stars and symbols drift into him. He lets out a sigh as the healing magic courses through him. Somehow, it's a different sensation as a human. Maybe it's because he's used to the lack of HP. Eventually, the pain leaves, and he slowly sits up and looks himself over.

Man. Green magic never failed. He couldn't even find any blood stains anymore.. He exhales again, and looks back up at Gaster,

"That you weren't the type to do this."