[It doesn't matter if Mettaton is looking at him or not, Asriel rests his head on top of his paws and stares at the floor. His breath hitches painfully, and he blinks tears that are starting to form in his eyes.]
I-I didn't... I didn't mean...
[No, he did. Didn't he? He told Mettaton as much, that he was going to kill his owner.]
He grabbed my disk, and I just - I grabbed it away from him and I just-
[It was hard to breathe. Why was it hard to breathe?]
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I-I didn't... I didn't mean...
[No, he did. Didn't he? He told Mettaton as much, that he was going to kill his owner.]
He grabbed my disk, and I just - I grabbed it away from him and I just-
[It was hard to breathe. Why was it hard to breathe?]
I couldn't stop.