*Frisk's POV*

While we walked, each of us didn't speak a word to the other after we woke up leaning on each other.

G was smoking again, and temptation almost made me grab the cigarette and toss it to the floor.

Though I didn't, because I was to busy staring at the sidewalk that seemed to light up in the morning, making the lights of the city not as vibrant and beautiful as they are at night.

Even though I had no clue where we were headed, I kept up with G, knowing that he knew hot to get to Mt. Ebott.

Suddenly my mind flicked to thoughts of Asriel.

How desperate was he to catch us?

That's when I started to guess his soul.

Based on the story that G had told me, I knew it wasn't green, light blue, dark blue, or yellow. That only left three: Determination, Bravery, and Perseverance.

Determination I could rule out, even though I could see it aching him when he was close to catching us.

Yet it never seemed to work for him, and if he didn't have it he would need me to make the Peace Plan work.

He could just grab any human girl off the street.

At least this way, it creates more of a struggle for him, and a slight advantage for G and I.

Bravery and Perseverance.

From my weak knowledge of souls, I definitely  knew that Perseverance was the weakest soul of them all. It was useful in knowledge, and perhaps gave the user the want and need to get something done, yet in the form of combat, arguments, saving lives, it could only give information.

Normally, a purely selfish soul.

That is what made me think of Asriel.

A little smarts he has, he had the want and need to catch us.

He had the want and need to get his plan to work.

For most his life, I gathered, he had worked to getting monsters and humans in peace.

He hadn't given up, and he knew he was so close.

All the pieces were coming together, and that's what scared me most about him.

He would do anything to get his plan to work now.

My attention was turned from thinking of Asriel to G, who was staring forward with his hand in his pocket and the other holding the cigarette between two fingers,

His hood was over him again, and I realized it was probably a good idea considering the fact we were wanted.

Yet even with his hood, he was quite obvious on the streets.

Taking his smarts, I myself pulled my shawl over my head like a hood, and kept it wrapped tightly around me, well aware that my stomach was showing just fine.

As I thought about it, I realized there were probably people in the city who walked naked along the streets.

I was fine walking around with just the bottom of my shirt torn off.

G glanced back at me, and he had an eyebrow raised with amusement and curiosity.

"Ya wanna walk around like that doll?" He said, finally speaking to me after 10 minutes of silence, besides the cars that raced by.

"Yes, I do," I said confidently, used to most of his nicknames by now, "I'm sure you don't have a problem with it."

The words came out more flirty then I was going for, and I tried to force my cheeks to stay the same color. That just made them turn a worse red, and I had to pull my hood further over my face.

G just chuckled and I could feel him smirking his awful smirk as he said smoothly, "You know me so well goodie-goodie..."

Deciding that was all I wanted to say, I lowered my head with tight lips, still embarrassed with what we had said.

Yet I was glad he wasn't keeping the tension between us awkward.

After about another 10 minutes of walking, my head perked up with a sudden question.

"Hey G?" I asked, catching up to his fast pace and staying at his side.

He grunted in response, and didn't look at me while he took in a short mainstream of smoke.

Part of me hoped I wouldn't catch second stream smoke illnesses, yet the other half of me was yelling, "Stop enjoying the smell."

"What does the note say?" My eyes didn't glance at the paper sticking out of is pocket, and instead I stared up at his hooded face, looking at his focused and blank eyes.

"Nothing important," He grumbled, still avoiding my gaze.

I narrowed my eyes and stayed silent while we walked.

Yet my eyes didn't leave his face, and I would glance at the note every once and a while.

Curiosity is a curse for me, and I knew it too.

I knew that every time I have curiosity, I regret it later.

Always, I regretted everything I had ever thought about inspecting.

G's history horrified me, and still mystified me.

He always mystified me.

My curiosity for the Prince turned into a sharp jabbing pain of regret that stabbed my heart and fears.

Curiosity for what would of happened to Bella, curiosity for sassing G, curiosity for getting him on my side.

Even the curiosity for the letter that I yanked from G's pocket before taking off in a run of dear life.

Yes I had grabbed the letter and ran down the sidewalk, one hand holding tightly to my shawl so it didn't fall off.

I didn't have to hear G yell, "HEY! DAMMIT DOLLFACE!" To know I was in big trouble.

I didn't need to read the letter to have the regret tear at my soul while G chased after me, his boots hitting the floor swiftly, unlike mine that slapped against the cement while my hand clutched the letter.

Why had I let my curiosity take over me like this?

And why had G been trying to keep this letter from me?

The first thing I read while I ran, was:

-"Dear G."

Without needing to see who it was from, I already knew, and I turned pale while G continued to chase me down.

Hearing him get closer, my curiosity forced my eyes to read the rest of the letter, both of my hands clutching it as my shawl flew back.

"Gah!" I heard G yell, probably meaning my shawl fell into his face.

That bought me some time, and I kept the same pace of my run while I read the rest.

Here's how it went:

-"Dear G,
I am coming for my princess...
And I will NOT let anything stop me."

Asriel didn't need to sign his name.

I knew it was him from the fancy handwriting, the mentioning of Princess, and the fact he knew just who G and I were.

No hobo off the street would write a letter like this anyway.

Turning more pale, my head spinning with disgust and worry, the sickness of Asriel's attraction for me, I didn't notice a sidewalk brick that was out of place.

Yelping, I felt my feet trip from under me, my body still falling forward, confused on why the sudden movement had stopped.

My life flashed before my eyes, and I saw the ground for only a split second before an arm wrapped around my waist and spun me around so I was on my feet in a daze.

G was keeping me up by holding my waist, waiting angrily for me to gain back my balance.

In his hand was the letter, gripped roughly.

"What the hell were you doing?! What did you think you'd accomplish with this?!"

His words hit hard, and I did wonder what I would have accomplished with this.

G's eyes were as sharp as eagles, and I shrunk down from him.

"You should trust me when I don't tell ya things, sweetheart," G growled as I stared up at him in shock and amazement.

Regret.

There it was.

At that moment G stared at me with anger, his arm around me that saved me from falling hard to the ground, the sick letter tightly in his clutch, that was the moment I could feel regret aching me.

Why was I so stupid all the time?

Letting go of me with a small shove, G turned away, his fists clenched with the letter tightly between one.

He tossed my shawl over me, and I peered at him when I moved it aside.

Guilt added to the regret, and I almost didn't want to follow G.

I felt like the sickest scum of the earth for disobeying him.

Had I expected him to hide something important from me?

Had I expected him to keep a secret for a stupid reason instead of a good reason?

Yet the letter was important, and sickly.

It made me know for sure that Asriel was Perseverance. 

Finally gaining enough strength in my legs, I sulked after G, staying a far distance behind him.

Did I really need to feel guilty?

G would have done the same thing to me, and I knew that.

It was as clear as day that he tried to tease me, annoy me, argue with me, try and get on my nerves whenever he can, so why did I feel so bad about annoying him for once?

'Cause I'm a good person,' I told myself with a snarl on my lips, 'He wouldn't ever feel guilt for me. I'm good. That's the only reason.'

I believed it too.

After I was a few feet behind G, I heard him mumble to me, "Did you like what the letter said?"

Turning away with my hood pulled far over my face, covering the regret and guilt in my eyes, I shook my head quickly while I walked.

"Hmph," G grunted glancing back at me with his eyes narrowed, "Thought so..."

Facing forward again, he stuck his cigarette in his teeth and blew more smoke, the smell pulling me in even though I told myself to stop it.

Those words he said struck me with guilt, and I felt weak and useless.

Curiosity always did this to me, why couldn't I see it?

No, I could see it.

Why did I never listen?

Each word of the letter struck my head sharply, and the more I thought about it the more I never wanted to get caught my the Prince.

My eyes stared at the letter that was crumbled in G's grip, and I wondered if Asriel expected me to read it.

Did he think I would consider it sweet?

Being called his princess?

I did not belong to him.

I would never belong to him.

At least... I never wanted to belong to him.

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