[Really, humans kill so many other humans, a robot made to do so just means he should fit right in. What better claim to humanity was there?]
I'd honestly forgotten. I can't recall the last time I made any notice of it.
[Though it had been mostly from a lack of inclination, the differences between Source and shard didn't help. On some occasions time flowed at the same speed between them, at others a hundred years could pass on one in the space of a few months on another. Even though he spent the majority of his time on the Source, it would've been futile to keep track of something so arbitrary. And those years spent asleep in the void between spaces- how would those even count?
That Mettaton would've been likely to do something for it doesn't surprise him. And Emet-Selch can't deny either the sense of relief that he'd narrowly avoided the attention, or the dread of him doing something for it next year. Yet at the same time... he found he didn't disapprove of the idea as much as he thought he would. It would mean they would both still be here in a year. And how terrible it was, to have to mark time in such small increments, that a single passing year together would be a cause for celebration.
(And how could he ever consider it like that at all? How could he desire to stay, even if going home wouldn't save anyone--)]
I'd wondered how entities like yourself came about....
[What other way could naturally-occurring ghosts exist, he supposed, other than just... appearing one day. A soul spontaneously manifesting, wrapped up in a non-corporeal shell. Did all ghosts consider themselves 'cousins'? It wasn't as though they could be related in the normal sense, but their shared nature could lead to a closer natural tie than most families....
But he hums to himself, unsurprised that Mettaton didn't know the specific day he'd begun existing, or even the time of year. A life spent wholly underground would make denoting any passage of time far more difficult. No time of day, much less time of year- time itself would be a hypothetical.]
Though if you select too many months, then it stops being special, doesn't it? [The Ascian is even more Unsurprised to hear Mettaton apparently deciding to select a month (or several), rather than content himself with a mere day. It gets a sigh from him.] The point when you became a robot seems as reasonable a time as any.
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I'd honestly forgotten. I can't recall the last time I made any notice of it.
[Though it had been mostly from a lack of inclination, the differences between Source and shard didn't help. On some occasions time flowed at the same speed between them, at others a hundred years could pass on one in the space of a few months on another. Even though he spent the majority of his time on the Source, it would've been futile to keep track of something so arbitrary. And those years spent asleep in the void between spaces- how would those even count?
That Mettaton would've been likely to do something for it doesn't surprise him. And Emet-Selch can't deny either the sense of relief that he'd narrowly avoided the attention, or the dread of him doing something for it next year. Yet at the same time... he found he didn't disapprove of the idea as much as he thought he would. It would mean they would both still be here in a year. And how terrible it was, to have to mark time in such small increments, that a single passing year together would be a cause for celebration.
(And how could he ever consider it like that at all? How could he desire to stay, even if going home wouldn't save anyone--)]
I'd wondered how entities like yourself came about....
[What other way could naturally-occurring ghosts exist, he supposed, other than just... appearing one day. A soul spontaneously manifesting, wrapped up in a non-corporeal shell. Did all ghosts consider themselves 'cousins'? It wasn't as though they could be related in the normal sense, but their shared nature could lead to a closer natural tie than most families....
But he hums to himself, unsurprised that Mettaton didn't know the specific day he'd begun existing, or even the time of year. A life spent wholly underground would make denoting any passage of time far more difficult. No time of day, much less time of year- time itself would be a hypothetical.]
Though if you select too many months, then it stops being special, doesn't it? [The Ascian is even more Unsurprised to hear Mettaton apparently deciding to select a month (or several), rather than content himself with a mere day. It gets a sigh from him.] The point when you became a robot seems as reasonable a time as any.