[Even if he could never move on, his sense of loss a permanent fixture in his life, moments like this- surrounded by warmth and company- could potentially coexist with it. Even if it couldn't change, it could ease, if only briefly.
And the continued hair-stroking was soothing, restful, while the squirm of Mettaton's body was not, Emet-Selch feeling it quite clearly considering how closely they remained pressed. Contrary impulses, but all of them pleasant, and he makes a small noise of approval, encouragement despite the current topic.
Emet-Selch also thought that his current balance of Bonds should make the most sense. If a witch was able to handle three monsters without concern, why wouldn't three monsters and a witch for a bit of extra magic be entirely sufficient? Unless the existence of four ties in itself was enough to disrupt things, that his soul really couldn't handle the transfer of energies?
Or Mettaton's theory was true, that he was a more draining monster than most of them. And for that matter... if he was the puca's only Bond, then the Ascian was supporting him by himself. All of his others had at least one other person involved. He decides not to mention this.]
Mm... I suppose it's possible. Aside from you, I have two other monsters, and a witch. I would assume that to be a thoroughly sufficient balance, but if you count as perhaps an additional monster--
[Emet-Selch sighs. It was something of a concern, but not one that worried him as much as it probably should. Breaking one of his Bonds doesn't even occur to him as an option. Of course he wasn't going to do that. So the only real option was living with it and finding a way to manage it.]
I may just require more rest than I anticipated. I don't appear to have any issues immediately after I awaken, whenever that misfortune occurs. 'Tis only after I've been conscious for some time that problems arise. And even then, it's not... consistent.
[So it may be a mistake to be looking for patterns in it, but a solution of 'more sleep' wasn't exactly an unappealing one. He nudges the side of his face against Mettaton's neck again, hold on him tightening, something that sends an incidental shiver through him. His leg rubs a little against Mettaton's as he speaks.]
...Well, who knows? Perhaps I'll finally take that year's long nap after all.
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And the continued hair-stroking was soothing, restful, while the squirm of Mettaton's body was not, Emet-Selch feeling it quite clearly considering how closely they remained pressed. Contrary impulses, but all of them pleasant, and he makes a small noise of approval, encouragement despite the current topic.
Emet-Selch also thought that his current balance of Bonds should make the most sense. If a witch was able to handle three monsters without concern, why wouldn't three monsters and a witch for a bit of extra magic be entirely sufficient? Unless the existence of four ties in itself was enough to disrupt things, that his soul really couldn't handle the transfer of energies?
Or Mettaton's theory was true, that he was a more draining monster than most of them. And for that matter... if he was the puca's only Bond, then the Ascian was supporting him by himself. All of his others had at least one other person involved. He decides not to mention this.]
Mm... I suppose it's possible. Aside from you, I have two other monsters, and a witch. I would assume that to be a thoroughly sufficient balance, but if you count as perhaps an additional monster--
[Emet-Selch sighs. It was something of a concern, but not one that worried him as much as it probably should. Breaking one of his Bonds doesn't even occur to him as an option. Of course he wasn't going to do that. So the only real option was living with it and finding a way to manage it.]
I may just require more rest than I anticipated. I don't appear to have any issues immediately after I awaken, whenever that misfortune occurs. 'Tis only after I've been conscious for some time that problems arise. And even then, it's not... consistent.
[So it may be a mistake to be looking for patterns in it, but a solution of 'more sleep' wasn't exactly an unappealing one. He nudges the side of his face against Mettaton's neck again, hold on him tightening, something that sends an incidental shiver through him. His leg rubs a little against Mettaton's as he speaks.]
...Well, who knows? Perhaps I'll finally take that year's long nap after all.