At the mention of Gaster's name, there was a sadness in the King's eyes (or rather ex-king as the case seemed to be) and he shook his head sadly, "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Gaster's...oh no no...that's not right..</span></strong>."<br/><br/>One paw clenched a little, clear pain on Asgore's features, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Something is not right here. Gaster doesn't have a daughter...didn't have a daughter...he only ever had three sons. And...forgive me, but I have not ever gazed upon a human like the one with you."</strong></span><br/><br/>Further thought and then, with an air of finality, "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Look...I believe that there is something very wrong here. Perhaps you would like to follow me through the ruins? You both look like you are in need of a hot bath and a warm meal."</span></strong><br/><br/>His tone was not commanding. There was a definite choice there. A tone, however, that sounded so saddened and defeated: almost as though he expected the pair to refuse or to wander off. Awkwardly, he bowed his head through the great doorway and motioned for the pair to follow, "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Either way, this way is the only exit out of this part of the ruins. The least I could do is lead you past the old traps that were set up down here."</span></strong>