[As he speaks, Mettaton's hands continue, daring to move ever north to include a firm grip on his shoulders before traveling back down again to rub into his mid-back. It's easier to feel Emet-Selch's feelings when their Bond is traced down to its most base of parts, easier yet to feel his muted fury, though it'd be easy to feel any emotion either of them had. He redoubles on his effort to calm him, in body and spirit, though it's such a defeating situation for him to be in. Maybe it's their Bond, but he feels upset with Hydaelyn and those who felt it necessary to bring her about. Indignant that she'd ruin the work the Convocation put into doing whatever they could to salvage their people and Amaurot, because to Mettaton, in this moment, that's what they did. They truly must have done it in fear, for Emet-Selch to be equally upset about it. It didn't have to happen.
Even worse is the apparent knowledge that the Ascian's fate is written in stone. The Warriors of Light know he falls, by their hand... Is there any defying such a fate? The mortals would be spared his designs, but his ambitions, which aren't so purely insidious as they are desperate, go unrealized. All of the lives lost and all of the years spent working toward that goal for him to be killed.
No matter whose plan was executed, it seems Emet-Selch's cause would always fail. Fate keeps designing for it to be so.
Mettaton presses his lips against the top of his head, pitying his circumstances. He allows his arms to cross, pulling the other man into himself.]
It fixes nothing, but. ... I'm sorry. That you've lost so much. That you've been subjected to such a torturous fate. That it doesn't work out. That your last moments with your friends were spent feeling... left alone. It's unfair.
[He kisses him this time. One of his hands remains firmly planted against Emet-Selch's back, while the other moves to lace in his hair. His very being, too, only closes in on him with his own attempt at enclosing him, to comfort. He finds himself thinking about how much he likes him, and wants only the best for him, despite their mismatch in views.]
You have plenty to regret, Hades, dear. And... very little in the ways of coming to grips with that remorse. [He sighs. The more action he takes, the worse things seem to get. It's a distressing set of circumstances that feels as though nobody could come out of it happy.] I don't... understand. Why they'd make Hydaelyn, if already so much had gone into Zodiark's creation. If he already brought you salvation. Were they really so terrified of him...?
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Even worse is the apparent knowledge that the Ascian's fate is written in stone. The Warriors of Light know he falls, by their hand... Is there any defying such a fate? The mortals would be spared his designs, but his ambitions, which aren't so purely insidious as they are desperate, go unrealized. All of the lives lost and all of the years spent working toward that goal for him to be killed.
No matter whose plan was executed, it seems Emet-Selch's cause would always fail. Fate keeps designing for it to be so.
Mettaton presses his lips against the top of his head, pitying his circumstances. He allows his arms to cross, pulling the other man into himself.]
It fixes nothing, but. ... I'm sorry. That you've lost so much. That you've been subjected to such a torturous fate. That it doesn't work out. That your last moments with your friends were spent feeling... left alone. It's unfair.
[He kisses him this time. One of his hands remains firmly planted against Emet-Selch's back, while the other moves to lace in his hair. His very being, too, only closes in on him with his own attempt at enclosing him, to comfort. He finds himself thinking about how much he likes him, and wants only the best for him, despite their mismatch in views.]
You have plenty to regret, Hades, dear. And... very little in the ways of coming to grips with that remorse. [He sighs. The more action he takes, the worse things seem to get. It's a distressing set of circumstances that feels as though nobody could come out of it happy.] I don't... understand. Why they'd make Hydaelyn, if already so much had gone into Zodiark's creation. If he already brought you salvation. Were they really so terrified of him...?