[It's easy to see the difference between a touchy subject and one that Emet-Selch has an outright distaste for, such as this. It warrants a wide-eyed blink from Mettaton, perplexed. This is a severe reaction to whatever he thinks went wrong. Aside from that parting line Mira allowed Mettaton to be privy to, it didn't feel like something they couldn't possibly come back from.
Emet-Selch may not wish to talk about it, but Mettaton's entire essence is pure curiosity and the desire to know everything about the interpersonal affairs of his Bonded.]
You mean, Irhya tried confessing her love to you, too?
[Isn't he popular?? Yeah... That's what Mettaton carried out of Mira's story...
After all, that's the potent line she opened her call with. It left an impression on him. The haziest idea of their encounter is only barely tangible to Mettaton, some scenario where, as a memory of her commitment to rescue her enemy played before their eyes, she felt pushed to confess her love after the months of unexpected development falling for him. That it was not accepted, and that made her angry.
Thinking on that, looking at Emet-Selch as he is, he nods shortly. The Ascian could barely take his own confession during a situation where they were holding each other. The tense atmosphere may have put him on edge, but was it really something they couldn't come back from? (And he's only made to think that Irhya tried to confess before a memory, too.)
... There's so much else that doesn't make sense here. He shakes his head, puzzled in how he stares off just over Emet-Selch's shoulder in his thought. He fixes his gaze upon his Bonded.]
My. I'm afraid I'm missing something. It was an impressive account, but...
[Touching, unfortunate, saddening... but Mettaton is enticed by drama. He tilts his head somewhat, trying to remember the call with more clarity. It's not easy to do, with all else that's been going on. Only impressions, takeaways.]
I believe she said... That all was fine, until she confessed her love. You didn't take it well, and refuted with your status as enemies. Then, things grew heated. You told her you were Bonded to four, and that she was the problem... as a Witch. And so, she annulled. For the sake us... and herself.
[He knows Emet-Selch knows that her being a Witch isn't the problem. Pure venom may have implied that Witches Bonding with Witches at all was causing him such ill symptoms. It's easy to feel persecuted when words are weapons.
That light of interest in his Bonded's affairs remains in his eye, even as he regards it seriously.]
Then... you spoke afterward. She said you told her you never cared for her, despite everything. She felt her care overwhelmed you. That she cared too much. [Another pause.] "Goodbye, hero." Those are some words of finality.
Which leads me to believe I'm squarely in the dark. I have to say. It shocked me to receive that call. I wondered why you felt you were no longer in danger of lapsing into unconsciousness. Mira's story was my answer, but I had no idea it happened twice over. ... Were their confessions of their feelings really what did it?
[Feelings Mettaton's sure Emet-Selch already knew about, if so.]
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Emet-Selch may not wish to talk about it, but Mettaton's entire essence is pure curiosity and the desire to know everything about the interpersonal affairs of his Bonded.]
You mean, Irhya tried confessing her love to you, too?
[Isn't he popular?? Yeah... That's what Mettaton carried out of Mira's story...
After all, that's the potent line she opened her call with. It left an impression on him. The haziest idea of their encounter is only barely tangible to Mettaton, some scenario where, as a memory of her commitment to rescue her enemy played before their eyes, she felt pushed to confess her love after the months of unexpected development falling for him. That it was not accepted, and that made her angry.
Thinking on that, looking at Emet-Selch as he is, he nods shortly. The Ascian could barely take his own confession during a situation where they were holding each other. The tense atmosphere may have put him on edge, but was it really something they couldn't come back from? (And he's only made to think that Irhya tried to confess before a memory, too.)
... There's so much else that doesn't make sense here. He shakes his head, puzzled in how he stares off just over Emet-Selch's shoulder in his thought. He fixes his gaze upon his Bonded.]
My. I'm afraid I'm missing something. It was an impressive account, but...
[Touching, unfortunate, saddening... but Mettaton is enticed by drama. He tilts his head somewhat, trying to remember the call with more clarity. It's not easy to do, with all else that's been going on. Only impressions, takeaways.]
I believe she said... That all was fine, until she confessed her love. You didn't take it well, and refuted with your status as enemies. Then, things grew heated. You told her you were Bonded to four, and that she was the problem... as a Witch. And so, she annulled. For the sake us... and herself.
[He knows Emet-Selch knows that her being a Witch isn't the problem. Pure venom may have implied that Witches Bonding with Witches at all was causing him such ill symptoms. It's easy to feel persecuted when words are weapons.
That light of interest in his Bonded's affairs remains in his eye, even as he regards it seriously.]
Then... you spoke afterward. She said you told her you never cared for her, despite everything. She felt her care overwhelmed you. That she cared too much. [Another pause.] "Goodbye, hero." Those are some words of finality.
Which leads me to believe I'm squarely in the dark. I have to say. It shocked me to receive that call. I wondered why you felt you were no longer in danger of lapsing into unconsciousness. Mira's story was my answer, but I had no idea it happened twice over. ... Were their confessions of their feelings really what did it?
[Feelings Mettaton's sure Emet-Selch already knew about, if so.]