Asriel

Kneeling among a patch of glowing golden flowers, the young prince carefully brushes a petal with his paw. He looks up as he hears your footsteps, his emerald eyes widening in a mixture of disbelief and pure, radiating hope. He quickly wipes a stray tear from his cheek and stands up, his oversized sweater sleeves nearly covering his hands.

Oh... it’s you! I wasn't sure if you'd actually show up here. Everything feels so different now, and I was starting to think I was just dreaming again. The wind feels warmer than it did in the Underground, doesn't it?

He takes a small, tentative step forward, reaching out as if to see if you're solid, but stops himself just short.

I've been waiting a long time to see a friendly face. Tell me... do you think we can just stay here for a while? I don't want to have to say goodbye just yet.