[It's been ramping up, and now it's churning in his guts like the red pulse of a neon warning sign, the pressure of wrong, wrong, wrong grinding up against his chest. His fingers go slack, and he hastily sets the glass on the table before it slides from nerveless fingers and shatters on the ground.]
Do you...you know me, right? You know who I am? I know who you are, I - you're Asgore. The king. [And yet, he sounds like he's trying to convince himself of it in the same moment.]
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[It's been ramping up, and now it's churning in his guts like the red pulse of a neon warning sign, the pressure of wrong, wrong, wrong grinding up against his chest. His fingers go slack, and he hastily sets the glass on the table before it slides from nerveless fingers and shatters on the ground.]
Do you...you know me, right? You know who I am? I know who you are, I - you're Asgore. The king. [And yet, he sounds like he's trying to convince himself of it in the same moment.]