[Your family is DEAD! Flowey screams, in the empty spaces in Asriel's chest. It's... it was so hard for Asriel to accept this himself. How is he supposed to explain this to his dad? How can he be strong enough to be the grown-up explaining the hard concepts?

Asriel pulls in a deep breath, rubs the back of a paw over his eyes. Chara would know how to do this. Chara would put on a brave face.]

Dad... you know things can't be how they used to, no matter how much we wish they were. You can't unbake a pie. No matter how good it tasted, once you eat it, it's gone. You can never have that exact pie again.

All you can do is try to make another one. Find a new recipe. If you spend forever regretting what you don't have anymore, then... you'll never get to taste any pie at all, right?

I love you, Dad. I love you, and Mom, and I'll never stop loving Chara. I'm glad you still love me too. I really, really am.

[He remembers those weeks when he first turned into a flower, trying his best to make that stupid king make him feel something. He remembers how disconnected and grey he felt, how numb he was. How unreal everything felt. New Home was too still. Chara was gone. Mom was gone. The throne room was completely different. One throne shoved into the corner, hidden under a dustcloth (ha ha, dustcloth). All the old flowers replaced with a sea of gold.

Asgore said there was a coffin in the basement, and Asriel couldn't bear to send his roots tunnelling down there. Just... just shoved in the basement like an old Christmas decoration or some worn-down furniture. It felt so impossible, so like it couldn't actually be happening.

Like he could never, ever move past this.]

But... you have to move on too.