Frisk felt tears welling up in her eyes that were shed on Asgore's soft white fur in their final embrace. She quickly wiped them away and gave him a grateful smile, wanting their last sight of him to not be such a sad one. It was inevitable that it would be though, his gentle face wasn't so full of peaceful joy anymore, more focused neutrality as if he didn't want his true emotions to show. This was the attitude of a King, not the soft father they'd met when they first fell down.<br/><br/>Everything reminded her of leaving the ruins last time, it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She felt guilty leaving being the lone parent once more, but it steeled her determination to save this world as well. She managed to free the monsters in the most violent Underground she could've imagined. This one apparently was much more merciful so by default it should be easier, right?<br/><br/>The door to the Ruins slammed shut behind them, sounding less like a door and more like a tomb as the silence rang loudly around them. The bitter cold already nipped at her exposed skin, but this time she was more prepared than the threadbare sweater and shorts she wore the last time she went along the path to Snowdin. Her shorts were jeans, a t-shirt under her sweater, and the backpack she carried was full of further supplies should they need them.<br/><br/>Frisk looked up at Aster, studying her tired skeletal face. She gave her a warm smile, taking her hand and squeezing it before tugging her along. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>We can do this.</strong></span>" She said, walking ahead of them and finally reaching the snowy pathway.