[Asgore, in his own pursuit of finding Chara, doesn't hear the broadcast that prompted this. But he hears them yelling, a dual sound he's never, ever heard from them before, yelling about - oh.
That.
He's struck with the sudden, shameful urge to run. But he turns around, back towards their voice.]
I did not say anything about dust!
[Maybe - maybe it's a mistake, they misheard him calling for them, something like that. He knows it's a vain hope even as he fumbles for it, but the other option is simply unacceptable. They were never meant to know about what he did. Even if sometimes he wasn't certain that his death would grieve them, it still wasn't something to place on their shoulders. He didn't want to cause any more damage, that was the whole...
no subject
That.
He's struck with the sudden, shameful urge to run. But he turns around, back towards their voice.]
I did not say anything about dust!
[Maybe - maybe it's a mistake, they misheard him calling for them, something like that. He knows it's a vain hope even as he fumbles for it, but the other option is simply unacceptable. They were never meant to know about what he did. Even if sometimes he wasn't certain that his death would grieve them, it still wasn't something to place on their shoulders. He didn't want to cause any more damage, that was the whole...
That was the whole point...
(On the stones, the conversation continues:
Oh...I think you are right.)]