“I-I don’t need to sit. I need you to be okay.” He extended a six fingered hand, grasping at the male’s arm. “I don’t know why it hurts so much-- but when they told me I felt like a part of me died. Why-- why does it hurt so much?” There was an air of magic around the man too-- he seemed to be having a rough week.

It was likely the ‘files’ on the Gaster he’d lost mentioned their separation-- mentioned his own troubles that he’d confided in his partner.

Of course-- he was also older in those memories. How odd.

“I should have been there-- I’m-- I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” This could have been a dream for all he knew. The male dropped to his knees, holding onto Gaster’s hand.

There is a nice corner back at the house with my name on it... But I still miss cuddling. I have been getting envious of people I see if I leave the house for a bit. Hugging and all...

I AM WHAT I AM, AZURA.

“YES HE IS.”

“You know, it’s not often I get to see THE ORIGINALS of anything anymore.”

YES, INDEED. I AM NOT AN ORIGINAL MYSELF. BUT YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT, DON’T YOU?

“NOTHING WRONG WITH IT REALLY.”