[Humanity would know: most all monsters change form drastically upon the absorption of souls, their lack of physicality affected by the process. Only one with a physical form would be able to take a soul without notice... Though Mettaton can't testify to how difficult it might be to keep one among their ranks. To him, it couldn't be hard... But he lacks some crucial information about a monster's brand of godhood that complicates matters significantly. Emet-Selch was right to suspect that there should be some kind of catch, in reality. To take a soul, especially a powerful one, and to think that it would have no will to dominate the host, might very well be foolish.
This isn't a question that surprises him too much, since he's been asked it before while here. He never thought anybody would, but he supposes it makes sense. Even monsters would ask him, had they known his candid view on humanity. He expects that Emet-Selch would describe them with such distaste, but there's no way he hates them as much as he suggests. He wouldn't tolerate them at all if he truly despised them. Mettaton has decided that his is a circumstantial dissatisfaction with them, and it makes sense.
The robot smiles, eye bright. He seems to look off as he speaks to his love of humanity, like it's something beyond him.]
I don't fault them for their fear. If they had taken the time to understand us, maybe they would have felt differently, and this could be that opportunity. I'm of the belief that it's that same capacity for cruelty that speaks to the depths they have for empathy. ...Monsters always said that humans lack compassion and love, but I disagree. Just because theirs is difficult to earn doesn't mean they don't have it! And every human I've met here has proven me right. Aren't they strange? You can never predict what they'll do next... They defy expectation. More often than not, I find that they're kind, not cruel.
[He grips onto Emet-Selch, taken by his own adoration for humankind. He rolls his eyes when Alphys goes off about anime, but here's Mettaton, going off about humanity.]
Don't get me started on human culture. They come up with all sorts of creative, beautiful, and frivolous things, then convince each other that they need it! And. Have you seen them perform?? Surely, living among them, you have. Their expressiveness... Their passion...! They arrest me. And maybe... I see myself in them. Monsters didn't have performance like that before me, and I learned about it... from humans!
[when you like humans because they say you need a 78th kitchen appliance, wear glitter on camera, and like movies you found in the dump
But there's another thing. Mettaton's starry-eyed zeal simmers down as he remembers all of the non-human individuals here in Aefenglom, and how much they're so much the same. He refocuses on Emet-Selch with a weak smile: even though he has an obvious distaste for them that he can't respect at all, he's seen a lot of the Ascian for himself that leads him to along a string of realization.]
...In living here for all these months, I've come to realize something, however. I was wrong. It's not just humans who amaze me with their depths. I feel as though everyone I meet surprises me. Such intensity and complexity hidden underneath unshakeable composure...
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This isn't a question that surprises him too much, since he's been asked it before while here. He never thought anybody would, but he supposes it makes sense. Even monsters would ask him, had they known his candid view on humanity. He expects that Emet-Selch would describe them with such distaste, but there's no way he hates them as much as he suggests. He wouldn't tolerate them at all if he truly despised them. Mettaton has decided that his is a circumstantial dissatisfaction with them, and it makes sense.
The robot smiles, eye bright. He seems to look off as he speaks to his love of humanity, like it's something beyond him.]
I don't fault them for their fear. If they had taken the time to understand us, maybe they would have felt differently, and this could be that opportunity. I'm of the belief that it's that same capacity for cruelty that speaks to the depths they have for empathy. ...Monsters always said that humans lack compassion and love, but I disagree. Just because theirs is difficult to earn doesn't mean they don't have it! And every human I've met here has proven me right. Aren't they strange? You can never predict what they'll do next... They defy expectation. More often than not, I find that they're kind, not cruel.
[He grips onto Emet-Selch, taken by his own adoration for humankind. He rolls his eyes when Alphys goes off about anime, but here's Mettaton, going off about humanity.]
Don't get me started on human culture. They come up with all sorts of creative, beautiful, and frivolous things, then convince each other that they need it! And. Have you seen them perform?? Surely, living among them, you have. Their expressiveness... Their passion...! They arrest me. And maybe... I see myself in them. Monsters didn't have performance like that before me, and I learned about it... from humans!
[when you like humans because they say you need a 78th kitchen appliance, wear glitter on camera, and like movies you found in the dump
But there's another thing. Mettaton's starry-eyed zeal simmers down as he remembers all of the non-human individuals here in Aefenglom, and how much they're so much the same. He refocuses on Emet-Selch with a weak smile: even though he has an obvious distaste for them that he can't respect at all, he's seen a lot of the Ascian for himself that leads him to along a string of realization.]
...In living here for all these months, I've come to realize something, however. I was wrong. It's not just humans who amaze me with their depths. I feel as though everyone I meet surprises me. Such intensity and complexity hidden underneath unshakeable composure...