She gently cups Asriel's cheek in her hand, as she listens to her son talk. "...Asriel." The disappointment is clear enough in her voice, she can't and won't hide that. It was almost easier to get angry when he was a merely flower. Someone who wasn't her child, a nuisance that made snide comments and sneered at everything she did.

Life is always easier in hindsight isn't it? Knowing always complicates things. Toriel doesn't dwell on the thought, focusing purely on her son. He was once that flower, once that menace. He is merely a child, a child with a soul and emotions again carrying more than he ever needed to carry.

She strokes her thumb gently across his cheek, "Revenge never makes things better, Asriel. It never does."