"I won't? Really?" Frisk had been here a year but Frisk looked almost the same. Asriel noticed how longer their hair was and the new clothes. They definitely had a very unique style of clothing. He nodded slowly. The idea of never turning back did make him relax some. There was still a fear deep inside him. A fear of hurting people again and not caring.

"So I'll stay me? But I don't have a SOUL. What if I stop...feeling again? Even if I'm not a flower...I don't want to be Flowey again. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. ...I don't want to hurt you."