[Holding him a bit tighter, Emet-Selch takes a moment to appreciate this form of intimacy, in addition to all else they'd already experienced. A natural continuation, a gradual exposing of ever more parts of themselves. Not necessarily comfortable, but... comforting, perhaps, in a way.
Mentally, he reclassifies the 'ghosts' of Mettaton's world from 'spiritual remnants of previously living entities' to 'naturally occurring incorporeal entities.' Which was fair enough, he supposed; in retrospect, it had been something of an assumption to believe that what constituted a ghost would be the same across worlds.
And he's quiet for a time as he thinks on all of that, nuzzling slowly at the side of Mettaton's face. A form without much shape, basic, insubstantial. Possessing of little willpower, and immortal almost as an afterthought. A pitiful existence in all regards. And considering how vibrant Mettaton was as his current self- difficult for the Ascian to imagine. Was his exuberance making up for lost time, he wondered. Or a constant seeking of distraction to keep from reminiscing on what life had once been limited to.
The idea of disconnecting from the past, in particular from one's very self is an alien thought to him. Of course Mettaton was the same person that he was before; form was immaterial. His soul was, presumably, unaltered.]
...I shall let you know should I encounter them in a dream.
[And as he considers again how reticent Mettaton was about his ghost self in all ways, from history to appearance... Emet-Selch felt as though he could understand that bit more of why he'd chosen to Bond with someone who'd guessed at the basics. If the secret was out anyway, there was less of an image to uphold. If his past self was so anathema... no wonder he would do all he could to keep the information to the absolute minimum of people.]
Did you leave many behind, when you severed from your past? ['Was there anyone to miss you', he does not say. Apart from that cousin, perhaps, depending on the relationship they had.] Or was it more of an... easy break? [That was a kinder way to put it.]
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Mentally, he reclassifies the 'ghosts' of Mettaton's world from 'spiritual remnants of previously living entities' to 'naturally occurring incorporeal entities.' Which was fair enough, he supposed; in retrospect, it had been something of an assumption to believe that what constituted a ghost would be the same across worlds.
And he's quiet for a time as he thinks on all of that, nuzzling slowly at the side of Mettaton's face. A form without much shape, basic, insubstantial. Possessing of little willpower, and immortal almost as an afterthought. A pitiful existence in all regards. And considering how vibrant Mettaton was as his current self- difficult for the Ascian to imagine. Was his exuberance making up for lost time, he wondered. Or a constant seeking of distraction to keep from reminiscing on what life had once been limited to.
The idea of disconnecting from the past, in particular from one's very self is an alien thought to him. Of course Mettaton was the same person that he was before; form was immaterial. His soul was, presumably, unaltered.]
...I shall let you know should I encounter them in a dream.
[And as he considers again how reticent Mettaton was about his ghost self in all ways, from history to appearance... Emet-Selch felt as though he could understand that bit more of why he'd chosen to Bond with someone who'd guessed at the basics. If the secret was out anyway, there was less of an image to uphold. If his past self was so anathema... no wonder he would do all he could to keep the information to the absolute minimum of people.]
Did you leave many behind, when you severed from your past? ['Was there anyone to miss you', he does not say. Apart from that cousin, perhaps, depending on the relationship they had.] Or was it more of an... easy break? [That was a kinder way to put it.]