[Monster souls. 'Cause they have...right, yeah. Souls in their world. Tim's hand rests atop his chest for a moment, remembering with unpleasant clarity the peculiar, wrenching feeling of that cartoon-like heart blossoming into existence, inches from his chest, in pulsing scarlet.]
Do souls have...colors?
[He should've asked Asgore this before, but - to be honest, a lot of the particulars of that conversation elude him in retrospect. Probably because he'd just gotten through with panicking, drowning, and then panicking about drowning. And then having to relive the same moment multiple times over, finishing off with him decking a giant goat thing that could probably skewer him on the spot in the face.
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Do souls have...colors?
[He should've asked Asgore this before, but - to be honest, a lot of the particulars of that conversation elude him in retrospect. Probably because he'd just gotten through with panicking, drowning, and then panicking about drowning. And then having to relive the same moment multiple times over, finishing off with him decking a giant goat thing that could probably skewer him on the spot in the face.
It wasn't a real great time.]