[.....Aaannd now he's going to be thinking about that. Who's dream it might be, and why it contained so many unusual things. Plus.. if they were just elements of someone else's dream, why could he think and feel and do more than just be an accessory?

... Did the people in his dreams also think and feel and have worries and hopes of their own?

New thing to keep Asgore up at night: achieved.]

Height does run in the family, but ... ah. How much older?

[The bits of quiet aren't particularly worrisome. Asgore doesn't mind a little silence now and again, it gives him time to work things out as best he can and try and utterly fail to put anything together in a sensible way that matched up to what he knew.

So far, zip, but it's been rather pleasant surprises these past few minutes instead of world endingly awful ones, so he wasn't going to fuss.

This matter of Chara not having died doesn't get an immediate response; that too needs to be thought about.]

There have been ... reports ... of something strange going on with time-space.

[Asgore's words are careful, though whether he's trying to not alarm himself or Chara remains to be seen.]

Something's been disrupting it for a while it seems, according to a few scientists. I don't understand the details, but if I have right what I do understand ... then.

Then at some point, once, we were all part of the same time and place.

[There's a small sound, not quite a chuckle.]

I suppose there must be a time and place where things had gone much nicer. I'm glad you're from there.