"It's a little strange, at first." Automatic words, spilling out easily, as simple as any other orientation anyone else would receive upon arrival. Less tumultuous, this go around. That's better, for everyone involved. Quieter. More patient.

"But it's not so bad. The closets are magic. They can give you...anything you want. And M - " Still making that mistake, even now. Correcting themself just makes it even more obvious, the pained hitch in their throat as they force themself to continue. She can't be that for them. Not after all they've done to her. "And Toriel's here. Asgore, too. They've missed you."

They...made a promise.

They hate promises.