"Nothing," he says, after several moments of awkward stillness. "Everything."
"I kill you; you kill me. You kill nobody. You kill everyone. Nearly every Monster in the Underground kills you. You escape alone. Everyone escapes with you."
Asgore looks down at the strangely fixating child in front of him; he feels a sort of sympathy with this human -- a familiarity of purposes at cross-ends.
"The wheel is come full circle. You deserve both nothing and everything. You are a product of the environment I created. I am a product of the environment created by my son's murder. I am guilty. You are guilty. I am the plaything of fate. You are the plaything of fate. You deserve to be free. You deserve to die. Whatever it is that you truly deserve, I cannot give it to you."
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"I kill you; you kill me. You kill nobody. You kill everyone. Nearly every Monster in the Underground kills you. You escape alone. Everyone escapes with you."
Asgore looks down at the strangely fixating child in front of him; he feels a sort of sympathy with this human -- a familiarity of purposes at cross-ends.
"The wheel is come full circle. You deserve both nothing and everything. You are a product of the environment I created. I am a product of the environment created by my son's murder. I am guilty. You are guilty. I am the plaything of fate. You are the plaything of fate. You deserve to be free. You deserve to die. Whatever it is that you truly deserve, I cannot give it to you."