[A long time ago... Asriel met someone who'd never had a friend.
Try as he might, he's not sure he could name another person who he'd cared about so deeply. How had the rest of the world missed this? How had they failed to notice how selfless, how funny, how smart, how courageous, how unpredictable and life-changing and wonderful this person could be?
He never understood how anyone could know them and not love that person with all their heart.
Maybe he's being naive again. Maybe it's his inexperience showing. But it sort of seems to him... it sort of seems like the people who could use a friend are the ones with the most devoted, powerful souls.
Or maybe... maybe it's a little like Papyrus. Sometimes people don't even notice how much light they give off. He wishes for friends, not realizing how many people he's already warmed with his radiance. Maybe it's like how Frisk pet so many dogs, flexed so many times, flirted and unhugged and prayed and laughed, and it didn't even occur to them how many people were supporting them until the castle overflowed with monsters rushing to their aid.]
Would you like one?
[Asriel extends his paw to the Drifter.]
I would. I think I'd really like to be your friend, Mx. Drifter.
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Try as he might, he's not sure he could name another person who he'd cared about so deeply. How had the rest of the world missed this? How had they failed to notice how selfless, how funny, how smart, how courageous, how unpredictable and life-changing and wonderful this person could be?
He never understood how anyone could know them and not love that person with all their heart.
Maybe he's being naive again. Maybe it's his inexperience showing. But it sort of seems to him... it sort of seems like the people who could use a friend are the ones with the most devoted, powerful souls.
Or maybe... maybe it's a little like Papyrus. Sometimes people don't even notice how much light they give off. He wishes for friends, not realizing how many people he's already warmed with his radiance. Maybe it's like how Frisk pet so many dogs, flexed so many times, flirted and unhugged and prayed and laughed, and it didn't even occur to them how many people were supporting them until the castle overflowed with monsters rushing to their aid.]
Would you like one?
[Asriel extends his paw to the Drifter.]
I would. I think I'd really like to be your friend, Mx. Drifter.