If that's what you need. [Sans might have been joking, but Wash is utterly serious. Sans is doing the real work here; Wash is not going to begrudge him a chance to rest. For now, he takes a seat in an empty chair and gestures for Sans to do the same.] No yellow apples this time, though.

[He shrugs at the comment.] Can't vouch for your dimension's humans, but mine did it for survival. We figured out we weren't at the top of the food chain anymore when the Covenant showed up, and then they spent a lot of time trying to remove us completely. [He can talk about the general terms of interplanetary genocide without his words dissipating into black smoke - it had been his life for decades, after all - but he has no such guarantee for the specifics.] The truce was a long time coming, but at least we got there.