(The pain is no easier to bare from the other side. Asgore wished for this hard enough that he willingly forged that contract, yes, but just how much of this is real? Is this too good to be true? The surface, friendly humans...
...His son...
Reason hardly has a place when the king looks into the wide, watery eyes of his son, real or not. Asgore can barely contain his own selfish urges, kneeling down to welcome Asriel with a hug. The warmth of that hug is too real for him doubt, especially after all he's seen. The king's eyes close as his own eyes water and moisten his cheeks.)
It's alright, Asriel. I'm here now...it's alright...
(His own voice is shaky and his words are partially directed at himself. This is still a lot for Asgore to bear, but he can't put that above his son. Asriel's here...he's really here, in his arms, to hold and comfort...he has to hold himself together for his son. After all, he's actually here for Asgore to prioritize.)
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...His son...
Reason hardly has a place when the king looks into the wide, watery eyes of his son, real or not. Asgore can barely contain his own selfish urges, kneeling down to welcome Asriel with a hug. The warmth of that hug is too real for him doubt, especially after all he's seen. The king's eyes close as his own eyes water and moisten his cheeks.)
It's alright, Asriel. I'm here now...it's alright...
(His own voice is shaky and his words are partially directed at himself. This is still a lot for Asgore to bear, but he can't put that above his son. Asriel's here...he's really here, in his arms, to hold and comfort...he has to hold himself together for his son. After all, he's actually here for Asgore to prioritize.)