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He raised a bone-brow at that. Did Chara not even fall down yet? Or had he already died before this Gaster became the royal scientist? This “fell” timeline was very different than his own. In his timeline, Asgore had instated ‘kill or be killed’ after the royal children had died, but was that the case here?
The sudden switch in demeanor didn’t surprise him. Sweet, honey’d words uttered in hopes of getting information; a typical move. It reminded him of the interrogation days of his time in intelligence. He held back a shiver. It would be so easy to reverse the tables to see what the other knew instead.
The itch to do so turned into more of a prodding. He’d gotten his fair share of LV during the war, despite not being on the frontlines as often as others had. That mixed with the urge to protect what had basically become his grandchild(ren) of sorts, and a sort of reflexive defense he had developed after his capture, urged him on. A sly smile, almost matching the other’s spread on his face as his eyelights brightened.
He was on him in a split second, one hand still on his cane, ready to unsheathe the blade hidden within, and another cupping Aster’s chin, bringing his face barely a metacarpal’s length away. Two disembodied hands pinned Aster’s arms to the chair’s in an iron grip. “Tell me, how many human souls does the king have?”