"if it's a strong heart that lets you heal, then yeah. probably the same thing." He taps a fingerbone against his ribcage for evidence. "me, i wouldn't exactly know. a lot of monsters don't have hearts. even the ones who do, it's, uh, more of an accident in how the body develops. it's the soul that's important, for us. but humans are full of surprises, aren't ya?"

Otherwise, he says nothing more, giving Lucas time to process the idea of timelines and similar. It's clear to Sans the moment he understands the possible implications for this place, but still, he remains silent. Whether that's a possibility Lucas hopes for or dreads is something he can only say for himself, and Sans won't intrude on that. So he only replies to that sincere sentiment with a nod and a "thanks, lucas. nice of you to say." Despite the offhanded words, he means the gratitude just as much. And, as Lucas turns back to the potatoes, Sans returns to his seat at the table.

"that smells nice. really nice, actually." Sans is not one for healthy eating, on the whole, and yet that stew has him feeling genuinely hungry for perhaps the first time since arriving at the castle. After talking to Lucas for a while, he thinks he might even understand why. "even if i'm all out of growing...mind if i have some, when you're done?"