Asriel Dreemurr

No, no! You're...

[Asriel trails off, unable to continue. While it doesn't matter to Asriel who Mettaton is, Mettaton clearly isn't happy with the kind of person they are right now. Asriel wants to tell him that doesn't matter - but it does, doesn't it? Asriel could reassure him how much he matters to them a hundred times, but Asriel hates who he is too.

And how could Asriel dare to tell Mettaton to be happy with himself, when Asriel can't stand his own self? His eyes close, tears prickling at his eyes. No, he doesn't want to cry again.]

Y-you... you never hurt me. But I've... I've hurt and lied and killed so many times, that I can never go back to being who I used to be. Who I wish I could go back to being more than anything.

I'm...

I'm so sorry, Mettaton. I can't save you, mom, or Frisk. I can't save anyone. I wish I could be the kind of person that could.

[But he's not. He's someone who shouldn't exist, who was brought back and broken and made into something that isn't even a person or monster or anything anymore.]