[It's a good thing he has the cloak, because under that is armor. He'd been preparing for a fight he'd rather not ever have to do, and running face first into metal would be pretty unpleasant!
As it is it might not be so great either, but at least it draws immediate notice! Asgore quite nearly drops his free plate of Who Knows What in surprise, nobody else has run into him yet, turning to see just who or what ran into him.]
It's quite alright! No harm d--
[He cuts himself off before he can finish his thought, mind gone for a moment blank. There are some things even a century don't erase, like familiar appearances and familiar voices, and all the twisting agony that went with it. Grief and shock surge in equal measures; isn't this a dream? Isn't it all simply illusion? This isn't really Asriel, it can't be his dear lost son, it's a dream and those could be bitter and painful. Anguish mixes with hope and uncertainty as he reaches for the much smaller goat with both hands.
One hand has a plate of food on it. He seems to have forgotten.]
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As it is it might not be so great either, but at least it draws immediate notice! Asgore quite nearly drops his free plate of Who Knows What in surprise, nobody else has run into him yet, turning to see just who or what ran into him.]
It's quite alright! No harm d--
[He cuts himself off before he can finish his thought, mind gone for a moment blank. There are some things even a century don't erase, like familiar appearances and familiar voices, and all the twisting agony that went with it. Grief and shock surge in equal measures; isn't this a dream? Isn't it all simply illusion? This isn't really Asriel, it can't be his dear lost son, it's a dream and those could be bitter and painful. Anguish mixes with hope and uncertainty as he reaches for the much smaller goat with both hands.
One hand has a plate of food on it. He seems to have forgotten.]
Asriel..?
[... If it's a dream, then let him dream.]