Asgore sets the mug of tea down on the counter top, and looks at the child across from him. "The only thing I can give you is my apology for everything I put you through, without expectation of anything given in return. I am sorry for having hurt you, and for having created a world where Monsters wished to harm you and other humans like you, Frisk."

It seemed somehow a relief to say it, but also as if it were a fait accompli, the thing he had to say no matter what the situation demanded. He supposed, perhaps, it was. He seemed unable to speak half-truths and falsehoods over the last few days.