"...I don't know." They're honest in that much, at least. Too tired to bother with anything else as their lips purse, eyes casting about the fires in search of someone else.

"Sans is no longer here. There may be no point to us withholding our identities, now. If Frisk is in agreement..." Then- haha. He'd be happy, wouldn't he? If they gave up the charade. If Frisk was Frisk, and Chara was Chara, and he could acknowledge the relations he's had with them all along, just like he wanted.

"I need to speak with them."

This? This changes everything.