First for Sneak Peak
"Can I ask something, Asgore?" said Undyne.
"Gerson said earlier how you two didn't talk for fifty years. And it just hit me how I never saw you two talk when I was growing up. Why is that?"
"Oh, it was the war." he said baldly. "He never agreed with it, and made that plain whenever we met."
"So he got in a huff and stopped talking to you? That doesn't sound like him."
"Indeed. It was I who broke off contact."
"Why, because you thought he was wrong?"
"No. Because I knew he was right."
Her eye widened. It wasn't like this was news. It had been plain for years he found it distasteful, and when Toriel had confronted him he denied none of it. Still, this was the first time he had openly acknowledged it in front of her.
"It is a great burden, the duties we choose." continued Asgore, sighing heavily. "Some must be followed through once embarked on, even if it was a mistake to begin. There is no undoing it."
"You... You really regret what we've got now? It wasn't worth it?"
"Well... Monsters are free, and prospering. We have become friends with the humans in spite of it. I have a family..."
It wasn't really an answer.
"So Gerson never talked to you until the barrier broke?"
"Goodness, no. We've been speaking again for a few years now. I thought he would have mentioned it."
"Do recall the first time you, how did you put it, 'knocked me on my butt'?"
The razortooth grin was back. "Yeah! That was awesome! I told Gerson that night and... ohhhh..."
He smiled. "Exactly. The next day he turned up in the throne room as if nothing had happened. I believe you always let him know how your training was?."
"Well he seemed interested in how I was getting on!"
"He still is. He told me that, whatever I had done before, he felt I had done right by you. We talk to each other now and then ever since."
Undyne's face was annoyed, but there was also a trace of being impressed. "That sneaky shell-head!"