[The Ascian's mood was volatile as ever, fragile, coldness giving way again to grief, guilt. His soul is slower to settle, shifting uneasily around him. But his attachment to Mettaton hadn't wavered, for all that he'd been frustrated- and it's that attachment that makes it possible for him to listen to his words. For all that he didn't want to hear them.]
Even so....
[As he suspected Mettaton was right, and it was an uncomfortable thing to know, to hear his people's likely sentiments echoed back at him by an outsider. Both in word and in accompanying feeling. That conflict and heartache and caring....
Their actions: they had been the decision of a desperate and traumatized population. In those moments after the disaster, when the skies had just begun to clear, and the weight of everything that had happened began to sink in- all of their loved ones that they would never see again--
Most of their people would've done anything to even pretend that things could go back to the way they were. To accept sacrificing all else just to maintain that deluded hope.
...And so, thousands of years removed from that original choice, the remaining members of the Convocation were still working to enact it.]
Even if they should come to despise us for it, how could we leave them?
[But they wouldn't hate, Emet-Selch thought, which was the problem. They would be hurt, which was far worse. To wake up in a world like that, with so many still dead?
He's quiet. Dwells on the affectionate gestures, the words. That Mettaton would take a more measured view of things than anyone else he knew....
It was difficult to express appreciation. It was strange to want to, considering that he wasn't being agreed with. But he wasn't being dismissed either, and even if it was due in part to Mettaton's favor towards him- it still counted.]
Nothing's ever straightforward, is it? Would that no one had died to start... but the universe cares naught for either of our wishes.
[Said with a quiet sigh. Shifting up slightly, Emet-Selch leans the side of his face against Mettaton's, needing to express some portion of his fondness, his recognition. He knew Mettaton's views on humanity hadn't changed, but he was trying to see the Ascian's perspective nonetheless.]
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Even so....
[As he suspected Mettaton was right, and it was an uncomfortable thing to know, to hear his people's likely sentiments echoed back at him by an outsider. Both in word and in accompanying feeling. That conflict and heartache and caring....
Their actions: they had been the decision of a desperate and traumatized population. In those moments after the disaster, when the skies had just begun to clear, and the weight of everything that had happened began to sink in- all of their loved ones that they would never see again--
Most of their people would've done anything to even pretend that things could go back to the way they were. To accept sacrificing all else just to maintain that deluded hope.
...And so, thousands of years removed from that original choice, the remaining members of the Convocation were still working to enact it.]
Even if they should come to despise us for it, how could we leave them?
[But they wouldn't hate, Emet-Selch thought, which was the problem. They would be hurt, which was far worse. To wake up in a world like that, with so many still dead?
He's quiet. Dwells on the affectionate gestures, the words. That Mettaton would take a more measured view of things than anyone else he knew....
It was difficult to express appreciation. It was strange to want to, considering that he wasn't being agreed with. But he wasn't being dismissed either, and even if it was due in part to Mettaton's favor towards him- it still counted.]
Nothing's ever straightforward, is it? Would that no one had died to start... but the universe cares naught for either of our wishes.
[Said with a quiet sigh. Shifting up slightly, Emet-Selch leans the side of his face against Mettaton's, needing to express some portion of his fondness, his recognition. He knew Mettaton's views on humanity hadn't changed, but he was trying to see the Ascian's perspective nonetheless.]
...Still. Thank you for considering us at all.