💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
His mother taught him how to wield a sword.
Gaster grew up in the shadow of two great soldiers and the perfect pair. Admittedly, he was the child they never expected, but loved with all their Souls.
But the war was building, and there was a silent but nearly tangible tension that under rode his entire childhood.
That was why he learned to wield a sword.
He remembered his mother in full clad armor, sharper and faster than the wind with her blade in hand, cloak thrown over her shoulder as she danced through her fighting sequences.
He remembers being in awe of her and wanting to fight by her side.
He doesn’t remember the name of all the steps, doesn’t remember all the times he hated being his mother’s pupil because she was so hard on him, but he does remember her sweet smile and her cries of triumph when he did something great or finally managed to overcome one of the other students.
He remembers… how much he misses her.







