[...there's that horrible, melting feeling again. You did what you had to. I understand. You always do what you can to help others. The mechanical hum of his fans begins to grow louder, more insistent, as his core heats up. This is so pathetic. He's a celebrity. He can't just get weak in the... well, wheel the instant someone validates his actions.

Especially actions he knows are selfish. He didn't do it for his people. He did it for himself. Because he admired humans and wanted them to live over seeing his people free. Keeping monsters safe was only a side effect.

But Keats certainly makes an appealing alternate take on those motivations.

Somehow, he's slinking into his seat, looking as modest as a giant metal box can. That heart's flashing on his screen again.]

HAHA... I THINK YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON TO EVER TELL ME THAT.

[Anyway.]

ANYWAY.

AS YOU CAN TELL, IT DIDN'T COME TO THAT. FRISK TURNED OUT TO BE FAR STRONGER THAN I WAS AND IF THEY COULD GET PAST ME THEY COULD GET PAST ASGORE. I RAN OUT OF BATTERY AFTER THE FIGHT, SO I CAN'T TELL YOU A THING THAT HAPPENED UNTIL I WAS CHARGED AND ALPHYS FINALLY FIXED MY BODY, BUT... WELL. SOMEHOW, THEY CHANGED ASGORE'S MIND AND BROKE THE BARRIER BY THEMSELVES.

NO ONE REALLY KNOWS HOW. HAPPILY EVER AFTER, I GUESS.

[He folds his hands onto the table, drumming his fingers again.]

YOU HAVE ANOTHER INTERVIEW QUESTION, THERE?