[Is there anything more romantic than one's beloved being willing to learn and perform Questionable Magics for their sake? Even if it meant going against the rest of the world and all within it? Surely not... surely anyone would agree to this.
But it was... good, to know that he'd been able to provide Mettaton some relief from that unsettled state he'd been in during the past few days. That he'd been able to do that for him with just a few words- was nice. And yet the Ascian's own look is a bit sad, and something he only permits himself because he's in private; he's not sure if he'll ever get used to being afforded the chance to have a positive effect on someone he cared for.]
I'm sure you could. Alas, 'tis a physical impossibility.
[Not being in the same location... is probably the only way they can keep their hands off each other.
The accompanying question comes as a slight surprise, but given the context of their conversation, he supposed it made sense. Unlike Mettaton, though, he didn't have any particular issues when it came to being a ghost-like entity. Though it was true that he didn't usually go out of his way to volunteer it, yet he had with the robot.... Still, facing the likelihood of death, keeping a detail like that to himself had felt pointless. Mettaton had incorrectly labeled him as a human, and he'd seen no reason not to correct him at the time.]
Here, 'Ascian' is not a word that would mean much of anything to anyone, save to those from my star. And when it comes to them, most already know what I am. But even at home, our existence is not common knowledge, and apart from a handful of individuals who attempt to track our activities, we remain an unknown.
As for a more practical description of my nature, in this place, I don't offer it to everyone, but nor do I specifically hide it. I've no particular identity to maintain here. And with no relevant abilities to speak of... what I used to be capable of is of little relevance.
My name and Amaurot are all that I truly care to keep private.
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But it was... good, to know that he'd been able to provide Mettaton some relief from that unsettled state he'd been in during the past few days. That he'd been able to do that for him with just a few words- was nice. And yet the Ascian's own look is a bit sad, and something he only permits himself because he's in private; he's not sure if he'll ever get used to being afforded the chance to have a positive effect on someone he cared for.]
I'm sure you could. Alas, 'tis a physical impossibility.
[Not being in the same location... is probably the only way they can keep their hands off each other.
The accompanying question comes as a slight surprise, but given the context of their conversation, he supposed it made sense. Unlike Mettaton, though, he didn't have any particular issues when it came to being a ghost-like entity. Though it was true that he didn't usually go out of his way to volunteer it, yet he had with the robot.... Still, facing the likelihood of death, keeping a detail like that to himself had felt pointless. Mettaton had incorrectly labeled him as a human, and he'd seen no reason not to correct him at the time.]
Here, 'Ascian' is not a word that would mean much of anything to anyone, save to those from my star. And when it comes to them, most already know what I am. But even at home, our existence is not common knowledge, and apart from a handful of individuals who attempt to track our activities, we remain an unknown.
As for a more practical description of my nature, in this place, I don't offer it to everyone, but nor do I specifically hide it. I've no particular identity to maintain here. And with no relevant abilities to speak of... what I used to be capable of is of little relevance.
My name and Amaurot are all that I truly care to keep private.