And then there was a memory within a memory, the tears were clearly about an event that just occurred, and Frisk was afraid they knew exactly what that event was.
Now the child faced a very similar location to Toriel's home, except it appeared the color had been sucked out of it, and there was a locked chain in front of the staircase. Voices came from the living room, and they were not happy ones.
Frisk walked into said room and hid behind one of the chairs around the only table, even though they knew they could not be seen, the human was still a child.
"Asgore, this is nonsense." Toriel's firm, mature voice could be heard, and she could be seen standing next to her husband in the living room. "You need to quit fighting; this will not bring our children back." Her voice wavered while speaking the last few words.
The monster King refused to look at his wife, and his voice was sterner than Frisk has ever heard before. "The humans have once again taken everything from us, Toriel." Asgore knew his wife disapproved of things such as war and cowardliness, but right now his silent rage took clouded all reason. "We cannot allow this to continue, every human who falls down here must die."
Toriel was shaking with anger now, "If you really wanted to…No. I refuse to be a part of this." She was on the verge of tears now, as she began to realize what she must do in order to get away from all this.
"Toriel, please, this is our war. This is our chance to get back at the ones who took everything from us!" Asgore started to pace the room, talking more to himself now. "Our freedom…our family…what more could they take…?"
The word 'our' is what made Toriel finally snap. "Our? No, Asgore, I do not accept this! Members of what little family we have just passed away, and the first thing you want to do is cause more pain!?" The King looked angry, and he quickly opened his mouth to snap back, but Toriel raised her hand—so quickly that a spark of a flame flew—and silenced him. "You…you go ahead, wait for humans to kill…like the coward you are. But me? I will have no part in these disgusting actions."
Toriel marched out of the room, to the side of the house, and came back with some of her possessions, suspended around her with magic.
"Tori…please understand…this is all for the greater good." The last thing Asgore wanted was for her to leave, but the last thing he was about to do was stop being stubborn.
"Greater good? Your war is for the greater good?" Toriel shook her head, tears starting to well up, she approached the door, creating a magic barrier around her so the murderous King wouldn't stop her. "Goodbye, Asgore."
The view of these memories faded away, and Frisk was left standing in front of a Toriel with her face blocked out by what looked like pixels.
"My child, surely there is someone else you'd rather save than I."
This wasn't about remembering anything, this time, this was about accepting,
In the blurred image of Toriel's face, Frisk could see the memories play out again and again. She was in so much pain; memories of regret filled the air.
"Toriel…" Frisk called out to their guardian softly, "You're not the only one with regrets here." The child turned to Asgore's lost soul and looked at his blurred face, which oddly enough didn't have memories repeating in it.
"Please save my wife." Is all the soul would say, and nothing else, it appeared that Asgore would not let himself be saved.
At least, not yet.