[Asriel tries to curl against him, tries to bury his face. There's a brief hiss of pain as he tries to shift himself. It'd be tempting if right now, he could just give into his exhaustion. Mettaton was as close to security and safety as Asriel was gonna get.

... Which was so selfish. Mettaton was hurt too, but maybe they could just lay here and be hurt. That'd... that'd be a little better, wouldn't it?

Asriel bites his lower lip, shaking his head a little. It was wrong because Chara saw, it was wrong because of how he did it, what kind of awful, broken creature he's turned into-]

I'm not sorry.

I...

He died so quick. It was over so fast, and I... I don't feel any better for it. He wasn't sorry for any of it. [Because there's a lot of Floweys out there, aren't there, Asriel?] I-I knew he wasn't going to be, but I... I wanted him to feel something. A-and...

[Now he's just a bloody lump somewhere on the Outpost. All of his fears, his deepest nightmares, reduced to just a lump of meat somewhere out in space.]

I'm sorry. You got hurt too, and I'm just...

[There's a very faint glow as Asriel is pressed up against Mettaton's chest. It's an attempt at healing magic - something that Asriel's never attempted before. He's not even sure if he can manage anything, if he doesn't know how to use it.

He probably shouldn't be using up magic in the state he's in.]