[A memory of weakness, nothing more. Mettaton's statements don't sit entirely well with him, and Emet-Selch tenses slightly, with a degree more defensive irritability.]
It was nothing particularly strong. A lapse of judgement, nothing more.
[A flaw of unwanted sentimentality that he seemed cursed to keep repeating, on targets no more appropriate or lasting. Oh, he could well agree that feelings didn't make sense. If they did, he would've long since reasoned his way out of them. It would've made the passage of time far easier, a duty performed with the appropriate distance and detachment. Never tempted by those brief and shallow lives he was forced to surround himself with.
The other Ascians were not quite so conflicted. While they all disparaged mortals, they didn't despise or resent them to the same degree as Emet-Selch. They also didn't make the mistake of getting at all attached to any of them.
Distracted briefly by thinking back on Mettaton's first statement, he's both unsurprised that the idol had apparently gone for yet another memory, while bewildered as to why he received yet another recent one with Varis, of all people. It wasn't a moment of particular importance, though it would be the last time he'd ever be on the Source. He'd never return from the First....
Which was a thought he didn't particularly want to have (but when did that matter), and he shakes his head at it as he continues.]
But if you've seen that much... yes, Varis was experimenting with the science of cloning, using my original host's remains as a subject. [A light shrug, waiting as Mettaton unlocks the door to his own house (So this is property he's unwilling to damage with a kick, Emet-Selch makes a mental note of. He's also thoroughly unsurprised as to the particular district that Mettaton has decided to grace with his presence.).] The results provided me with a surplus of empty vessels, all at my current apparent age. Although- technically, this particular shell isn't even one of those.
[Might as well explain the rest, he supposes....]
The travel between Source and shard can only be done by soul alone. Though the Exarch found a way around that for our dear heroes... [A continued mystery to him and source of vexation; with another frown he forces himself back on subject.] On my arrival on the First without flesh of my own, I took over some unfortunate at random, molding him into this more familiar shape.
no subject
It was nothing particularly strong. A lapse of judgement, nothing more.
[A flaw of unwanted sentimentality that he seemed cursed to keep repeating, on targets no more appropriate or lasting. Oh, he could well agree that feelings didn't make sense. If they did, he would've long since reasoned his way out of them. It would've made the passage of time far easier, a duty performed with the appropriate distance and detachment. Never tempted by those brief and shallow lives he was forced to surround himself with.
The other Ascians were not quite so conflicted. While they all disparaged mortals, they didn't despise or resent them to the same degree as Emet-Selch. They also didn't make the mistake of getting at all attached to any of them.
Distracted briefly by thinking back on Mettaton's first statement, he's both unsurprised that the idol had apparently gone for yet another memory, while bewildered as to why he received yet another recent one with Varis, of all people. It wasn't a moment of particular importance, though it would be the last time he'd ever be on the Source. He'd never return from the First....
Which was a thought he didn't particularly want to have (but when did that matter), and he shakes his head at it as he continues.]
But if you've seen that much... yes, Varis was experimenting with the science of cloning, using my original host's remains as a subject. [A light shrug, waiting as Mettaton unlocks the door to his own house (So this is property he's unwilling to damage with a kick, Emet-Selch makes a mental note of. He's also thoroughly unsurprised as to the particular district that Mettaton has decided to grace with his presence.).] The results provided me with a surplus of empty vessels, all at my current apparent age. Although- technically, this particular shell isn't even one of those.
[Might as well explain the rest, he supposes....]
The travel between Source and shard can only be done by soul alone. Though the Exarch found a way around that for our dear heroes... [A continued mystery to him and source of vexation; with another frown he forces himself back on subject.] On my arrival on the First without flesh of my own, I took over some unfortunate at random, molding him into this more familiar shape.