[Asgore, for his part, can tell when conversations aren't meant for him. And he hears his words in his child's mouth. The future of humans and monsters, the angel. He always thought those were - compliments, emblems of pride he was handing them, or else motivations to go on. Was he wrong...?
He shouldn't be so surprised about that, really.
He doesn't respond himself. This wasn't meant for him. But after a bit of silence, there's a voice with a British accent, talking:]
Asgore? Please don't die too. Too many people have died already.
[Asgore's response, when it comes, is heavy.] It would change nothing.
whatever you want!
He shouldn't be so surprised about that, really.
He doesn't respond himself. This wasn't meant for him. But after a bit of silence, there's a voice with a British accent, talking:]
Asgore? Please don't die too. Too many people have died already.
[Asgore's response, when it comes, is heavy.] It would change nothing.