[He doesn't know but it feels so sickening and awful. Asriel doesn't try to puzzle together an answer, but at Mettaton's request he simply types:]
OK. I'll head there now.
[And he's gonna hurry his way there because he really wants to see a familiar face right now - someone he can trust when he inevitably falls apart like he wants to do right now.]
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OK. I'll head there now.
[And he's gonna hurry his way there because he really wants to see a familiar face right now - someone he can trust when he inevitably falls apart like he wants to do right now.]