He should have killed you, when first laying eyes upon your small, meek form.

He should have killed you. Killed you and gained the final soul he needed, to finally escape the underground.

Should have done it for the greater good. Like he knew he needed to. But.. goddamnit, he just— he couldn’t. He couldn’t.

“..Do you.. like the flowers aswell?,” he’d hum, watching as you watered some of his.. bright golden, old potted bouquet of flowers. The ones Chara and Asriel had picked out for him so long ago, back before.. all of this.

They always made him emotional. Reminded him of what he had lost. But seeing you with them.. made him feel happy. He thinks that the right word? Or maybe content. Calm? The old man wasn’t sure.