When Asgore says the words a feeling comes over him that he can't quite... put his large, fuzzy finger on. He's not sure what it means. It feels relief-adjacent. A bit like, somewhere, a door opened. Or it shut. One of the two. Maybe both. He blinks away a tear or two.

"I'm... usually sorry, you know. About many things. It's hardly a new feeling for me. I have had many years to practice it, and you few... though we've both seemed to learn it the hard way, haven't we?"