Asriel Dreemurr

Don't try. You can't. And it is not your responsibility. Your responsibility, Asriel, is to your family. I am deeply respectful of your ties to Chara, and I am even more respectful of you. That's why I'm telling you this...but do not let it make you feel as if you must renege against your own sibling.

I cannot ask that of you.

[Not even when he want to tell Asriel that the reason he's like this is because he'd been holding everything in, so deeply that it penetrated his SOUL and began to eat it from the inside out. Because to monsters, cruel words cut as deeply as daggers. Losing your drive to live carved slivers of your well being away, shaving HP down to a fine, brittle point.

Ready to snap. No. Ready to disintegrate.

Sinners were never truly spared their transgressions. Throw a key to the depths. Abandon those whose happiness depended on you. Turn a sad, uncertain monster's plan over its end, making fun of her.

Murder a child, over and over. Do it until they win. Fight. FIGHT.

...He can't fight anymore. And for a moment, he feels as if he might go to pieces right there. Before he can stop himself, he articulates:]

It hurts.