Torture is a good word for it. That time without his soul had been, quite simply, the worst thing Kotetsu had ever lived through - if you could call wandering as a soulless ghost "living". He's fallen off skyscrapers, he's been beaten over half to death, he's been shot in the chest. He's been forgotten by all his friends, wasn't there to hold his wife's hand while she died, had to let his daughter go to live with family who could actually take care of her.
Losing his soul was like living through all of that all over again, all at once.
If this were still the God of Hyperdeath standing in front of him, he'd at least be getting a solid punch in the face. But it's not. Kotetsu feels his heart lurch in his chest to realize as much, as he strides across the distance between them to get a better look at Asriel.
He really is so small now. That's the first proper thought that comes to Kotetsu. Where before there was a cold and distant cosmic god, now here stands what is unmistakably a child. A child with long ears and fuzzy white fur - didn't Frisk say there was a special name for monsters like that? But a child either way. And a scared one at that.
...damn it. Kotetsu can feel his hackles settling already, and he kind of hates himself for that.
He leans down a little to better look at Asriel. Though there's no warmth in his expression, not as such, neither is there open hostility.
"So. What'd the castle turn you into, anyway? Is this what you normally look like?"
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Date: 2016-11-17 05:04 pm (UTC)Losing his soul was like living through all of that all over again, all at once.
If this were still the God of Hyperdeath standing in front of him, he'd at least be getting a solid punch in the face. But it's not. Kotetsu feels his heart lurch in his chest to realize as much, as he strides across the distance between them to get a better look at Asriel.
He really is so small now. That's the first proper thought that comes to Kotetsu. Where before there was a cold and distant cosmic god, now here stands what is unmistakably a child. A child with long ears and fuzzy white fur - didn't Frisk say there was a special name for monsters like that? But a child either way. And a scared one at that.
...damn it. Kotetsu can feel his hackles settling already, and he kind of hates himself for that.
He leans down a little to better look at Asriel. Though there's no warmth in his expression, not as such, neither is there open hostility.
"So. What'd the castle turn you into, anyway? Is this what you normally look like?"