Aster's Soul felt tight.. Even in this timeline her father had fallen through the void<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> "I.. I see."</span></span>Her voice was tight as she gripped the cup tighter.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"That is a sorrowful thing indeed.."</span></span>She said, struggling to keep the sorrow from her tone and gulped down more tea, the stunning similarities, barring a few instances of identities being swapped, this essentially acted like her timeline, it was as close to home as she had come so far..<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"You understand that you do not have to stay in the Ruins to protect the child.. But perhaps.. the young one could remain here for a time, I could scout around, see what can be done."</span></span>Her voice took on a soft tone as she spoke, understanding that Frisk needed rest, she was worn out, and Asgore looked so very lonely. For the sake of her father's memory and his relationship with the King, she would, for he was her King, even if it was a different timeline.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"After of course we rest and have a chance to relax."</span></span><br/><br/>Would she have done this for her Queen Toriel? Oh Angel no, she disliked the Queen's cowardice, now she had a reason to hate her even more.