thinking about translating flower behaviors to the souls and how orange has this emphasis on being incredibly hungry and struggling w fighting as a result.and then im also thinking about how ut asgore, by the time we fight him as frisk, seems to genuinely want a fair and honorable fight. he had definitely weakend and softened by the time frisk fights him, being carried by sunk cost and the weight of the kingdom more than anything, so i doubt he was anywhere AS lenient with the other souls, but i also think we got just a bit softer with each one-as soft as a man whos about to kill a child can be, at least.
all that in mind, i think theres something about the fact one of the first rhing asgore says to frisk is an offer for them to eat together. i wonder, if when he came across Bravery, he the wound of chara and asriel was still fresh enough he was bitter, and refused to entertain the idea of mercy. i wonder if he had ended the life of one or two humans, enough the guilt was something he fought against, but not so many the guilt had yet won. i wonder if he still had a chance to back out, to change his mind, but refused to, wouldn't let himself, he had a duty to fufill and vengeance to enact, but looking at this scrawny child..he wasnt still angry enough to let them meet their end without a meal, wasnt still angry enough hed let them shake from hunger rather than adrenaline. i wonder Bravery attacked first, and they both quickly realized the attacks were useless, that she didnt have the energy to put power into her attacks. i wonder if asgore sternly affirmed a meal, not the gentle offer we know of him, but a demand, she will eat. she will have a warm meal, a full belly, and the energy to truly give it her all. and then she will fight. i think shed be suspicous, but also quickly understand that asgore has no reason to poison her if he openly plans on killing her regardeless. shes scared of being poisoned, shes brave enough to eat regardless. (to asgore, one meal wont make her stop having those same scrawny limbs hed seen before, long ago, and he knows that. it doesnt kill the urge set deep within him to help her regain strength, to be patient as they slowly poked at and played with the first warm meal theyd been offered in god knows how long.)
and i think, i think some part of her saw the slightest glimmer of honor within asgore, and i think, amung the pain and fear and anger and pire and genuiene hatred she felt for him, she had this bit of hope, that he did see her as brave. that hed remember her, rememebr their fight, and see her not as a pitiable coward who collapsed into tears, curled in on herself screaming when she could no longer fight, but as someone who knew she would never win and still sat down and ate with him, still chose to face the fight head on instead of running, who even through choked sobs looked him in the eye.
i wonder if even as she was dying she saw enough honor in that man to trust that when he spoke of her death, of the little he knew of her life, hed say she was brave.