[Yeah, and it's only been maybe an hour or two, but it's enough to be getting the skeleton a little homesick. Not necessarily in a good way, and not just for Sans's own permagrin, but for life underground generally. People finding ways to fix smiles to their faces even while briefly acknowledging their helplessness for hope for the future...]

You could, if you wanted to be wrong! But I'm afraid you've forgotten to consult a dictionary about this. It's only failure if you've given up when you still have a chance to try. [Said with a little of the gusto and bluster of a skeleton who tells himself such affirmations, on occasion.] Maybe we're... all dead, and maybe even separated from our friends and family forever... But if we're still here, and working together to do things, then there's ways to not be useless. Like right now! Giving me advice and perspective. Even if it's depressing perspective.