He was different, to be sure. Asriel knew he was different. He had designed it this way. It was his imagination that crafted this image. Yet it was him. He smiled wide, his fangs hardly any longer than they were when he was younger. His horns were fully in now and he wore the royal robes of his mother. No more childish stripped sweater. When he spoke, his voice was deeper with the echo and yet it was recognizable. The words, however, were exactly as he would have said.

"Howdy, Irene! Long time no see. I missed you."