( Asriel sniffles then. He doesn't want to cry. Chara always told him that he was a crybaby - that big kids didn't cry, but it feels impossible to stop the tears from falling.
He doesn't turn yet, not ready to face his father. If only he knew what he was thinking, he could tell Asgore that he could never hate him. In truth, he hadn't wanted to see him again, but not out of anything negative he felt for his parents, but because he didn't want to hurt them again.
But... maybe, just maybe he was being cowardly, too. It feels like it was so long ago when he had told Asgore about what had happened when he had first turned into a flower. But now, he knows he could never be the same child he once was before he had changed. He can't help but be afraid of what they'll do when they realize that - when they know the truth about what he's done. )
I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.
no worries! <3
He doesn't turn yet, not ready to face his father. If only he knew what he was thinking, he could tell Asgore that he could never hate him. In truth, he hadn't wanted to see him again, but not out of anything negative he felt for his parents, but because he didn't want to hurt them again.
But... maybe, just maybe he was being cowardly, too. It feels like it was so long ago when he had told Asgore about what had happened when he had first turned into a flower. But now, he knows he could never be the same child he once was before he had changed. He can't help but be afraid of what they'll do when they realize that - when they know the truth about what he's done. )
I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.