[Asriel's quiet for a little bit, just letting Frisk rest their head on his shoulder. He tries to describe it, all their happy memories together, but he can already feel his throat getting tight.
For the past hour, Asriel had watches his memories over and over of their life together. Mulling over all the thing he should've done or said. He should've told Chara he loved them. He should've spent more time together, or tried to do more dumb kid stuff that they used to do... but he was always afraid, wasn't he? Afraid that deep down, Chara still held that resentment.
But it always felt like there was going to be enough time. That they could finally make up all that lost time when they got off this ship for good. They couldn't go home, so what other option was there?
... He was so stupid, for not thinking about it.]
I can show you.
[His voice is quiet, and he flips through his memories as if he were rewinding a video with a TV remote. The scene settles on a family dinner, shown through the perspective of Asriel. Toriel seems to be making some kind of stew, a flame carefully hovering in her hand as she cooks. Asgore tries to come in and offer help before Toriel shoos him back out.
Asriel is sitting at the table, watching Asgore walk back out before smiling gently at him. Chara hops into a seat, almost placing muddy hands on the table before a female voice calls out.
"Chara, wash your hands before you sit down."
Chara makes a face, as a childish giggle interrupts them.
"Hee hee, looks like you can't fool mom, Chara..."
Chara tilts their head towards Asriel with a friendly but dangerous look.
"Maybe not. But you know, Azzy, looks like you're gonna need to wash up too."
"Huh? I already washed my - augh, Chara! Stop! You're getting mud on my nose!"]
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For the past hour, Asriel had watches his memories over and over of their life together. Mulling over all the thing he should've done or said. He should've told Chara he loved them. He should've spent more time together, or tried to do more dumb kid stuff that they used to do... but he was always afraid, wasn't he? Afraid that deep down, Chara still held that resentment.
But it always felt like there was going to be enough time. That they could finally make up all that lost time when they got off this ship for good. They couldn't go home, so what other option was there?
... He was so stupid, for not thinking about it.]
I can show you.
[His voice is quiet, and he flips through his memories as if he were rewinding a video with a TV remote. The scene settles on a family dinner, shown through the perspective of Asriel. Toriel seems to be making some kind of stew, a flame carefully hovering in her hand as she cooks. Asgore tries to come in and offer help before Toriel shoos him back out.
Asriel is sitting at the table, watching Asgore walk back out before smiling gently at him. Chara hops into a seat, almost placing muddy hands on the table before a female voice calls out.
"Chara, wash your hands before you sit down."
Chara makes a face, as a childish giggle interrupts them.
"Hee hee, looks like you can't fool mom, Chara..."
Chara tilts their head towards Asriel with a friendly but dangerous look.
"Maybe not. But you know, Azzy, looks like you're gonna need to wash up too."
"Huh? I already washed my - augh, Chara! Stop! You're getting mud on my nose!"]