[ Greg stares, expression entirely blank. His rate of processing is a good thirty seconds behind Sans' rapidfire reasoning. That's not even counting the complicated question topping it off at the end. ]

I, uh. That's kind of...

[ It would be one thing if he were asking about only Greg's memories. Those... they've been strange, surreal, sometimes a bit frightening, but never bad. If those were real...

But Greg doesn't know what other people are remembering, what sort of strange thoughts are getting opened up to them. He hasn't been asking, for a wide range of reasons. ]

I dunno if it's a question of accepting it, so much as figuring out what to do if that's the case.