"Until we meeet again." He said as if foretelling the future. "Remember what I said Sans. If you need me, not to talk, not to hang, but genuinely need my aid. You focus on me, and you call my name. I will hear it." He said with a nod. "I look forward to the pasta Pap. Grillby, for all the trouble." He said he pulled out a smaller bag of gold, and it was pretty hefty still, "And all the food you fed me, paid or not. Replinish your stock, that veil wont last forever." he said as he tossed him a bag of easily fifty or so gold.<br/><br/>"Undyne. I don't know about that arm wrestling contest, but maybe you'll be able to put your spears to the test. Ask Sans though, i'm no push over, i did care of that little brat, well, until she was too weak to fight being pulled back to where ever the hell she came from."<br/><br/>"Frisk..." He leaned down. "You need to remember to stay true to yourself. You're a good kiddo, but as soon as there's any doubt in who you are, or what you stand for. The demon will be there. It will come out, and you'll be responsible for putting the beast back in that cage before someone gets hurt. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, or else it wouldn't have chosen you."  Keenst stood up. and gave a small bow. "I think its that time. It was honestly nice getting to know you all, surprisingly enough, i think you touched a bone." He  laughed as he turned and started to walk away.