[Both the delay and Mettaton's eventual decision don't surprise him. This was an aspect of his life that he was fiercely, fiercely protective of; a matter of identity that couldn't be soothed or eased with a few words of reassurance. For someone so generally confident to be so discomforted by something- it filled the Ascian with an annoying amount of sympathy. He didn't like knowing he was shaken, and would be likely to remain so until this was solved. Who wouldn't be unsettled, to have information worth protecting falling into the hands of someone who didn't care?
He wondered distantly if would've gone better if Mettaton had some choice in the matter, if it were his decision to tell, to provide only the detail he decided on. And the Ascian thought it might, yet at the same time- that would inherently still be a choice under duress, wouldn't it? Emet-Selch couldn't imagine him volunteering anything unless the alternative was even worse.
Mettaton's slow reveal of information to himself, though... yes, he supposed that was probably the closest to a voluntary affair. And that was only because he'd guessed at the robot's nature on his own, rather than needing told or finding out elsewhere. And with that starting point, Mettaton had been able to disclose more about himself at his own pace, more or less. A sharing of selves....
While he doubted the man would've wanted him to ever see what he had... the opportunity had only come about after trust had been built. And Mettaton could have refused him, and Emet-Selch would've listened (even if it would've damaged his own trust of him, to be denied).
Control of the information, he thought- that was probably crucial. Not being in the same category as humanity probably helped as well. In the presence of another ghost... there was less need for a facade. Emet-Selch felt the same way, after all.]
If that's the case....
[It's something he has to think a moment on himself. But the conclusion arrives quickly. There could really be only one choice in the end.]
Should such an outcome come about, regardless of all our efforts- there's no one here I would refuse to act upon. That much, at least... you may be assured of.
[That's not to say there weren't those he would hesitate with. Or that he wouldn't regret the necessity of it, perhaps. But it wouldn't stop him. He'd done far worse things for the sake of people he cared for.]
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He wondered distantly if would've gone better if Mettaton had some choice in the matter, if it were his decision to tell, to provide only the detail he decided on. And the Ascian thought it might, yet at the same time- that would inherently still be a choice under duress, wouldn't it? Emet-Selch couldn't imagine him volunteering anything unless the alternative was even worse.
Mettaton's slow reveal of information to himself, though... yes, he supposed that was probably the closest to a voluntary affair. And that was only because he'd guessed at the robot's nature on his own, rather than needing told or finding out elsewhere. And with that starting point, Mettaton had been able to disclose more about himself at his own pace, more or less. A sharing of selves....
While he doubted the man would've wanted him to ever see what he had... the opportunity had only come about after trust had been built. And Mettaton could have refused him, and Emet-Selch would've listened (even if it would've damaged his own trust of him, to be denied).
Control of the information, he thought- that was probably crucial. Not being in the same category as humanity probably helped as well. In the presence of another ghost... there was less need for a facade. Emet-Selch felt the same way, after all.]
If that's the case....
[It's something he has to think a moment on himself. But the conclusion arrives quickly. There could really be only one choice in the end.]
Should such an outcome come about, regardless of all our efforts- there's no one here I would refuse to act upon. That much, at least... you may be assured of.
[That's not to say there weren't those he would hesitate with. Or that he wouldn't regret the necessity of it, perhaps. But it wouldn't stop him. He'd done far worse things for the sake of people he cared for.]