[Even more unusual feelings from Mettaton. And, once aware of them, he's momentarily at a loss of what to do with them. Not out of any sort of discomfort, but- how... did comforting work again...?
Probably a continuation of what he'd already been doing, Emet-Selch decided, he probably had that instinct for a reason. Though they couldn't much press any closer, he tilts his head a little at feeling the face in his hair. His soul maintained its slow ministrations, as though it were a dark blanket to wrap him up in. This closeness- none of it could replace what had already been lost. But it was something. He hums very softly at the feeling of fingers running along his sides, the lightness of the sensation almost causing him to twitch, though not unpleasantly.
The feelings in themselves, of course, were far too familiar to Emet-Selch. Most anything on the sorrowful end of the negative spectrum was. So that much, at least, settles onto him quite comfortably, as though it had always been there, despite originating from someone else. Unlike positive feelings, which remained a source of great suspicion, something to recoil from, these he could accept very easily.
The only strange part was the awareness of his own affectionate reactions- a heavy and tinged with melancholy sort, but affection all the same. A desire to sooth. What a strange thing to feel in response to someone else's unhappiness.
Though he's a touch amused at the hiding of that name, he doesn't question it, assuming Mettaton had some reason to keep it to himself. The Ascian could understand the value of names.]
...'Tis not number, but closeness which matters in the end. And yet you still selected this path.
[There's no judgement there. Not even remotely. If anything, he's entirely sympathetic. Sometimes... you had to take decisions that removed you from others. Important others. Even though their circumstances and reasons were entirely different, Emet-Selch could recognize the feeling.
There was one thing he didn't understand, though.]
But if they already knew what you were... why was it necessary to hide from them once you'd obtained these forms of yours?
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Probably a continuation of what he'd already been doing, Emet-Selch decided, he probably had that instinct for a reason. Though they couldn't much press any closer, he tilts his head a little at feeling the face in his hair. His soul maintained its slow ministrations, as though it were a dark blanket to wrap him up in. This closeness- none of it could replace what had already been lost. But it was something. He hums very softly at the feeling of fingers running along his sides, the lightness of the sensation almost causing him to twitch, though not unpleasantly.
The feelings in themselves, of course, were far too familiar to Emet-Selch. Most anything on the sorrowful end of the negative spectrum was. So that much, at least, settles onto him quite comfortably, as though it had always been there, despite originating from someone else. Unlike positive feelings, which remained a source of great suspicion, something to recoil from, these he could accept very easily.
The only strange part was the awareness of his own affectionate reactions- a heavy and tinged with melancholy sort, but affection all the same. A desire to sooth. What a strange thing to feel in response to someone else's unhappiness.
Though he's a touch amused at the hiding of that name, he doesn't question it, assuming Mettaton had some reason to keep it to himself. The Ascian could understand the value of names.]
...'Tis not number, but closeness which matters in the end. And yet you still selected this path.
[There's no judgement there. Not even remotely. If anything, he's entirely sympathetic. Sometimes... you had to take decisions that removed you from others. Important others. Even though their circumstances and reasons were entirely different, Emet-Selch could recognize the feeling.
There was one thing he didn't understand, though.]
But if they already knew what you were... why was it necessary to hide from them once you'd obtained these forms of yours?