[It's not reassuring to think that his very private history hangs in the balance between usefulness and uselessness to this other Mirrorbound. He wishes hard that Soren wasn't dreaming that night, or that any other Mirrorbound chanced upon that memory of his in his place.
Or maybe not. If Mikasa saw that memory, he feels she probably wouldn't regard him the same. Does he have any evidence of that? No, but he's convinced of it. He'd rather she didn't see it, either. He doesn't know which he'd prefer, in the end. Neither.
Because he'd rather Soren didn't know this at all. He'd rather nobody did, save for the company he decides gets to know it.]
Everything was going so well before this. Nobody else knows. Only you and Alphys. [For obvious reasons.
Mettaton's not entirely aware of all of the magic that exists in Aefenglom. After all, learning that teleportation and conjuration was concept was a revelation to him, so other things always manage to surprise him as well. But he easily conceptualizes the existence of magic that must be able to manipulate the mind — after all, the reason theater was banned was because of a Witch who altered people's perception of him to favor him completely.
He himself is vaguely aware of the fact that devices are not always secure. Existing around Alphys would do that to him, not that he thinks anything they've said is bad. He'd threaten people over an unsecured channel!]
If there were some way to undo his knowing... Do you suppose magic exists that could easily pluck that memory from his head? Otherwise... I'm at the mercy of his whims, or his plans. Whatever those are.
[He hopes Soren never cares to talk about him. He hopes Soren's the type to keep his word, even if he's not the type to understand Mettaton's need for privacy. But regardless of his hopes, he feels secure in knowing Emet-Selch is so ready to help him. Of course he would be. They'd both rise to each other's defense.
And Mettaton feels suddenly that even were the whole city to learn, somehow... maybe, Emet-Selch would help him even then. Whether that was dealing with people who felt that to be objectionable, or erasing their collective knowledge of Mettaton's truth, he'd somehow help him. They'd both try. It calms him down somewhat.]
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[It's not reassuring to think that his very private history hangs in the balance between usefulness and uselessness to this other Mirrorbound. He wishes hard that Soren wasn't dreaming that night, or that any other Mirrorbound chanced upon that memory of his in his place.
Or maybe not. If Mikasa saw that memory, he feels she probably wouldn't regard him the same. Does he have any evidence of that? No, but he's convinced of it. He'd rather she didn't see it, either. He doesn't know which he'd prefer, in the end. Neither.
Because he'd rather Soren didn't know this at all. He'd rather nobody did, save for the company he decides gets to know it.]
Everything was going so well before this. Nobody else knows. Only you and Alphys. [For obvious reasons.
Mettaton's not entirely aware of all of the magic that exists in Aefenglom. After all, learning that teleportation and conjuration was concept was a revelation to him, so other things always manage to surprise him as well. But he easily conceptualizes the existence of magic that must be able to manipulate the mind — after all, the reason theater was banned was because of a Witch who altered people's perception of him to favor him completely.
He himself is vaguely aware of the fact that devices are not always secure. Existing around Alphys would do that to him, not that he thinks anything they've said is bad. He'd threaten people over an unsecured channel!]
If there were some way to undo his knowing... Do you suppose magic exists that could easily pluck that memory from his head? Otherwise... I'm at the mercy of his whims, or his plans. Whatever those are.
[He hopes Soren never cares to talk about him. He hopes Soren's the type to keep his word, even if he's not the type to understand Mettaton's need for privacy. But regardless of his hopes, he feels secure in knowing Emet-Selch is so ready to help him. Of course he would be. They'd both rise to each other's defense.
And Mettaton feels suddenly that even were the whole city to learn, somehow... maybe, Emet-Selch would help him even then. Whether that was dealing with people who felt that to be objectionable, or erasing their collective knowledge of Mettaton's truth, he'd somehow help him. They'd both try. It calms him down somewhat.]