You know, it is rather rude to start falling asleep while still have a conversation.

[Though he seems to do it often enough. Ushahin rubs at his bad eye with crooked fingers, the ache that is ever-present going right through them and permeating the rest of his body. Pain is alright. It keeps him centered. He decides to change tactics with Sans. There has to be something that will get him to respond.]

I will tell you of one I have encountered who has goodness within. Papyrus.