It's an interesting way to put it, the way Sans does. But...it does make sense, too, in its own way. Even if he's still pretty sure Sans has it a fair amount worse, in this case--but if it's by his own request... "Then...we can feel bad for each other in equal amounts, I suppose." It sounds a lot less elegant when he says it that way, ah...oh well. Still-- "I'm sorry too. About Papyrus, and Gaster. They sound like they were good brothers."

Lifeup now cast, Lucas wipes off the rest of his finger properly until the blood's all gone, with an air of someone who's done this many times before; he glances up at Sans's reaction. "Oh, thank you. Is that true for monsters? ...Not many humans can do this back home, actually. Maybe healing isn't for everyone, I think." He shrugs slightly. "Hope I don't have to use it too often either. But if you ever get hurt, or sick, I wouldn't mind helping."

In truth, this is the longest he's gone without using any PSI or PK skills in awhile. And that would indeed mean that something violent's probably afoot, if he started needing to use them again now, but still...it feels a bit odd, now he thinks about it. Lucas begins neatly folding the towel to be put away (and maybe washed) later, but then Sans's words set in. Fingertips falter, and he freezes, looking up at Sans sharply with widened eyes.

Wait... "They've been here--in this castle? Papyrus and Gaster?" 'Kind of'? What could that mean? And...how...?