A millenia. [That's...something. A millenia of being stuck in an underground cave. Danse has only been here for a month or so and he's already missing the sky and the stars. The things you take for granted; if he'd known that he would be whisked away to an Underground prison, Danse would've taken more time to appreciate the sky above his head.

It certainly begs the question on what prompted the war and the subsequent imprisonment of monsters. But Danse is watching the old king, and he can tell that it's a touchy subject. He'll have to ask Sans later.]

You should speak with Hope then. He could use the pointers on keeping the people's spirits alive.

[Danse lets out a sigh, still trying to wrap his mind around that. A millenia. Asgore might have never even seen the sky in all his life.]

I'll defer to your judgment. You definitely have more experience on living trapped in an underground than I have.