//"Can you ever forgive me?" ((bloomingasters =3c))
Callisto takes several steps back from Gaster. They hadn’t expected… How could he even see them?
They feel like they’re going to cry. It’d been awhile since they’d heard him talk. What was he even apologizing for? Callisto feels their own guilt, leaden on their heart–this was all their fault.
It was as if Gaster’s eyes were holding them in place; his gaze a heavy weight on their shoulders. How long had it been? Callisto had lost count of the months.
Their soul pulsed softly within the container on Gaster’s lab table, surrounded with little trinkets and tools–their journal, even, sat open next to a microscope. Callisto didn’t take notice of any of this, anyway, and even if they had they were too far away to see what page Gaster had flipped to.
If they were to take a step closer, they would see that the old, beaten spiral was opened to their crude notes on echo flowers, chock full of their incorrect theories.
“I-It’s not your fault,” they finally choke out. “I don’t… What are you apologizing for?”