He didn’t know that he was bringing back bad memories for his father. Recollecting memories far from pleasant and that soon Asriel himself would be adding to that even more. Asriel knew his fathered cared, albeit in his own way, that wasn’t so obvious, overbearing, as his mother. It was what Asriel wanted though, space, now though he almost wanted, missed the way his mother would curl her body around his, protecting him from all the bad out there. She would probably never do that ever again if she knew what he had done. Did it matter if she didn’t? Probably not, Asriel had tried fairly hard to avoid her since moving here. It was fairly easy. She never left Taviora, that was until that time when she had been attacked. She had come here, healed enough to go home and he had traveled with her part way. He remembered being so angry that someone could hurt her, remembered worrying that she would die. What a hypocrite he felt he was. His mother was different though, she wasn’t twisted broken and supposed to be dead. Her breath didn’t weeze at every moment, her memory still intact. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all… He chose for his mother to live, for Moteuh to die. That was his power he supposed.

Ah, but there was father now. He saw his father pause to regard him. Asriel stopped too, letting his father take in his messed up appearance before coming closer. Of course the first thing father asked him was if he was hurt. Again, his own slight show of love that was much more soft, appreciated that not many others saw in that way. ”No.” Asriel said, his gaze that matched his father’s own not breaking, but the usual apathetic look that Asriel normally held was instead bothered, tortured. Asriel let the silence hang for one moment after his reply he let the flowers touched with blood fall to the ground then.

”I killed Moteuh” His eyes still did not leave, his voice deadpan, but his teeth grit. ”She was an insult to her memories. Whoever that was. She trapped her.” He tried to explain, but it was hard. He both regretted it and didn’t. The reasons he did it were both for Moteuh’s memories and selfish on his part. ”She was suffering.” He finished though his claws dug into the dirt then and finally his eyes averted looking to his paws, to the flowers he had dropped. Then why did he feel so wrong about what he had done in some ways. Was it her dying words? Was it her seeming energy even if she didn’t know who she was? She seemed happy in that broken body, but he knew the Moteuh he remembered wouldn’t have been.

He let his gaze return to his father, his eyes clearly asking a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer too. Was he wrong? But first he would see how his father would respond. That was quite the information bomb Asriel had dropped after all. Moteuh being alive for all these years only to be killed by her sibling no less. Asriel wasn’t sure what his father’s reaction would be. If Shem had done this and told Asriel, he wasn’t sure how he would even feel. He supposed he would see soon enough.