[Asgore is not making even the slightest attempt to not cry.
It would be useless. Tears have already started to trickle down his snout and into his beard before he registers their falling.]
Chara! Chara, my child, I - [He drops ungracefully to one knee before them, and half-reaches out a paw before stopping himself. No. Not with Chara. No matter how badly he needs to know for himself that they are here, it does not mean his touch will be welcome.
Instead the paw just lingers in the air, wavering, as he tries to work past the tightness in his throat.] - I am so sorry.
[For not saving them. For all he has done to desecrate their memory. For everything.]
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It would be useless. Tears have already started to trickle down his snout and into his beard before he registers their falling.]
Chara! Chara, my child, I - [He drops ungracefully to one knee before them, and half-reaches out a paw before stopping himself. No. Not with Chara. No matter how badly he needs to know for himself that they are here, it does not mean his touch will be welcome.
Instead the paw just lingers in the air, wavering, as he tries to work past the tightness in his throat.] - I am so sorry.
[For not saving them. For all he has done to desecrate their memory. For everything.]