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The stone table brazened against a man and woman's skin. Buttercups climbed the chair's legs. A cold shade covered the man. His regal beard weighed heavy on his gauntlets.
On the other side of the table sat a woman, a pale light shone on her golden locket and the dust that plagued the table's surface.
The man looked at the woman's teacup. Its steam suffocated the air.
"Nice day today, huh?" The man said.
The woman did not say anything.
"The buttercups... They have the same color as your locket. Isn't that nice?" The man's crown sunk into his head.
"They're trampled."
"I haven't noticed."
"That's all we do now, isn't it? Look at flowers and drink tea."
"I guess so," The man wistfully grinned, "I see their smiles in the flowers... Don't you?"
The woman looked at the table's legs.
"I love you... But, I still think it's the best thing to do."
"I'm sure it is what you've been waiting so long for."
"Let's try and have a fine time here--"
" You started it."
The man looked up from the table. He saw a sliver of the barrier behind his throne. "It was nothing I couldn't have stopped... Please try to understand--"
"How could you do it to a child?"
"There was no other way they would listen."
"Our children didn't seek for violence. None of us did."
"I tried everything else. I couldn't bear to watch them destroy our family anymore."
" You destroyed our family. Not them."
The man gripped his cracking teacup.
"Nothing will ever get them back." The woman stood up and walked to the throne. A shadow of a cloud passed by the field of wilting buttercups.
"Don't feel that way... After it's done, we can grow a new garden on the surface and grow new flowers... Wouldn't that be nice?"
The woman walked to the end of the garden.
"Some of the flowers' petals are red."
"I know." The man lifted his head to see the woman at the doorway. "... If it will make you feel better, I will still love you. Even when you leave."
"Goodbye, Asgore."
"Goodbye."
The man made a sigh. He lifted his heavy cup of tea and sipped it.
The tea was cold.