[Strange, isn't it? He can't even look at them. He hears them coming closer, feels his fur stand on end when they start to try and help him up, but there's a sense of incredible relief that washes over him when they don't.
He didn't hate Chara. Never could. But between waking up here and immediately seeing them, he... he needs time.
Asriel adjusts his position instead, sitting down and pulling his knees to his chest. He's afraid, yes, but he's not going to let it show. Not to Chara. Don't be a crybaby in front of Chara. He just sits in the patch of weird, foreign flowers he'd never seen before. It was fitting enough for him, anyway.
A weird, foreign flower.]
So did you.
[His voice is quiet and even. Not having a soul for so long helped.]
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He didn't hate Chara. Never could. But between waking up here and immediately seeing them, he... he needs time.
Asriel adjusts his position instead, sitting down and pulling his knees to his chest. He's afraid, yes, but he's not going to let it show. Not to Chara. Don't be a crybaby in front of Chara. He just sits in the patch of weird, foreign flowers he'd never seen before. It was fitting enough for him, anyway.
A weird, foreign flower.]
So did you.
[His voice is quiet and even. Not having a soul for so long helped.]