[Asgore locks up in mute panic, leaning away from the Shadow but not able to bring himself to fully push her away. Does he not want to lay hands on her? Or does he not quite want her to go?
An ugly thought. He pushes it away, shuddering with unease as she and Toriel go. His Shadow comes to stand alongside him, folding his arms.]
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An ugly thought. He pushes it away, shuddering with unease as she and Toriel go. His Shadow comes to stand alongside him, folding his arms.]
You have got to get yourself some of that.
Please be quiet.