"<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The Royal...</span></strong>" That tall warm figure seemed to hesitate then. Already he was filled with a melancholy air, something that did not seem right, but now it turned to downright sadness. At the very mention of the Queen's project, he let out a sigh that spoke so much of the weight of his heartbreak it was almost like his SOUL would split in two from the sheer pressure. His voice was shaky, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Royal Scientist...had an accident a few years ago. He - well I am not a monster of science so I wouldn't know exactly what they were trying to do in there - fell through what he called The Void. I mean, he survived, but...well...let's just say he is no longer capable of doing science for the Queen anymore."</strong></span><br/><br/>Those huge saddened eyes tried to gaze at nought but the teacup in his paws as he thought his situation through. Not once did they meet Aster or Frisk's own, "<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Six. The Queen already has six human SOULS. I believe that she would be very intent on getting her seventh if she knew..."</strong></span><br/><br/>Asgore's smile was pained, almost desperate. This time he did catch Frisk's wide eyes in his own. So much sorrow, "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">You...you could stay, you know? We'd have lots of tea parties and...we could tend the garden. I'd make pie for you and...and...well I know it's not fair, but the Ruins are so small once you've explored all of them. Far too small for an inquisitive human. I'd love to protect...just one..."</span></strong>