Asriel folds his hands over his chest, keeping his eyes on the ceiling above. It doesn't really work at first, his mind drifting to all the little details of the ship. How confining it is, how the metal blocks out a void of darkness and stars.
This probably isn't what Mettaton meant.]
I don't think I'm getting it...
[But he tries again. It's not about the ship, right? He's just gotta think about nothing. Think of something bigger than what he is and where they are. He thinks of a blue sky stretching across, filled with clouds of different shapes. He tries to imagine them in a grassy field, covered with flowers and trees. If he thinks hard enough about it, he remembers the scent of them. He remembers a cool breeze.
In this memory, there's no human village. No threat or danger.
Just them, and the surface that Asriel keeps dreaming about returning to.]
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Asriel folds his hands over his chest, keeping his eyes on the ceiling above. It doesn't really work at first, his mind drifting to all the little details of the ship. How confining it is, how the metal blocks out a void of darkness and stars.
This probably isn't what Mettaton meant.]
I don't think I'm getting it...
[But he tries again. It's not about the ship, right? He's just gotta think about nothing. Think of something bigger than what he is and where they are. He thinks of a blue sky stretching across, filled with clouds of different shapes. He tries to imagine them in a grassy field, covered with flowers and trees. If he thinks hard enough about it, he remembers the scent of them. He remembers a cool breeze.
In this memory, there's no human village. No threat or danger.
Just them, and the surface that Asriel keeps dreaming about returning to.]