[The qualifier was among humanity's many chaotic traits. Their transience, their forgetfulness, their capacity to hurt, their fearfulness. But in listening to Emet-Selch just now, he paid special focus to their loss of remembrance. How isolated he must have felt. They were all a product of his original people, against all odds. That they could no longer recall what he could.
Truth be told, Mettaton's adoration for humanity is also rooted in a very selfish want: an audience greater than he'd ever had. Monsterkind was cramped up in a small space, limiting how they could flourish as a population, and humanity promised to be vast: millions, billions. There's no way Emet-Selch could change his view on a population so pivotal to his development, but perhaps the same could be said for him. His Bonded holds views that run deep and personal.
Mettaton is comforted by the Ascian's hand against his hair, and he shifts his head closer to his neck. Disagreeing about humanity's worth while remaining close to the person with a view his polar opposite... He wasn't directly threatening them, not now. He even admitted himself that he'd have no reason to,here. Perhaps they could both afford to see the other's perspective.]
It seems I'm your opposite again, gorgeous. What a surprise. I hope for them, not despair for them. But... I don't hold any expectations for them, as you do. I don't think it's a trait exclusive to humanity, to be distrustful or quick to judge. They're not perfect, and I love them for it. But just as you learned from humanity some of these traits, they're capable of learning, too.
[And apparently they hadn't done enough of it in the many thousands of years Emet-Selch has been around. He's aware of what he's saying, but Mettaton lacks anything else. Humanity is fine as it is, even in its flaws. That's why he knows how they could respond to their fear, but chooses to make peace with it. Mettaton finally squeezes him back with his hands after having gone cold on him before.]
...When I first learned of your history, I thought to myself that I would do whatever it took to stop you. But the more I understand, the more I don't want to do that. I want you to fulfill your ambitions. What a conflict... I know I'm the picture of perfection, but, well. I have my whims. ...You must have been very lonely.
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[The qualifier was among humanity's many chaotic traits. Their transience, their forgetfulness, their capacity to hurt, their fearfulness. But in listening to Emet-Selch just now, he paid special focus to their loss of remembrance. How isolated he must have felt. They were all a product of his original people, against all odds. That they could no longer recall what he could.
Truth be told, Mettaton's adoration for humanity is also rooted in a very selfish want: an audience greater than he'd ever had. Monsterkind was cramped up in a small space, limiting how they could flourish as a population, and humanity promised to be vast: millions, billions. There's no way Emet-Selch could change his view on a population so pivotal to his development, but perhaps the same could be said for him. His Bonded holds views that run deep and personal.
Mettaton is comforted by the Ascian's hand against his hair, and he shifts his head closer to his neck. Disagreeing about humanity's worth while remaining close to the person with a view his polar opposite... He wasn't directly threatening them, not now. He even admitted himself that he'd have no reason to,here. Perhaps they could both afford to see the other's perspective.]
It seems I'm your opposite again, gorgeous. What a surprise. I hope for them, not despair for them. But... I don't hold any expectations for them, as you do. I don't think it's a trait exclusive to humanity, to be distrustful or quick to judge. They're not perfect, and I love them for it. But just as you learned from humanity some of these traits, they're capable of learning, too.
[And apparently they hadn't done enough of it in the many thousands of years Emet-Selch has been around. He's aware of what he's saying, but Mettaton lacks anything else. Humanity is fine as it is, even in its flaws. That's why he knows how they could respond to their fear, but chooses to make peace with it. Mettaton finally squeezes him back with his hands after having gone cold on him before.]
...When I first learned of your history, I thought to myself that I would do whatever it took to stop you. But the more I understand, the more I don't want to do that. I want you to fulfill your ambitions. What a conflict... I know I'm the picture of perfection, but, well. I have my whims. ...You must have been very lonely.