[Mettaton hums in understanding, closing his eye for a moment while appreciating their exchange of sorts like a buzz. It brings a hint of bitterness to his smile when he recalls what Emet-Selch had told him in his cold anger before, that he wouldn't... survive.
It's sad. This knowledge looms over Mettaton suddenly. Their conflict dealt with each other's very existences, and not both could survive it.
Amaurot, cherished by Emet-Selch, held against the many lives of mortals... No middle ground, no happy ending for all. Truly, his own world was privileged in that regard, weren't they? That both monsters would get their freedom and happiness, and humanity would get their continued survival and share the Surface. How could such an ending come to be, when it seemed so improbable in comparison? What made it possible for such peace in his own world, compared to the calamity-inducing, judgement-earning, and despair-wrought worlds he's heard of?]
...
[Eye still closed and in his thought, Mettaton leans in to place yet another soft kiss back against the Ascian's lips, slow and deliberate.]
Irhya... I know her. [cat girl... He's starting to realize that mortals must take on many different sorts in Emet-Selch's world.] So all of them... see your end.
[And perhaps even see to it.
Time stuff isn't as odd to Mettaton after enduring discussion of Alternate Universes for hours from Alphys, strangely enough. He's never experienced such disparity in time, no way, not possible, what timelines?? ...But what does he know? Still, with Emet-Selch's phrasing, apparently, and earlier, learned, he doesn't recall having done it. He must not remember all that they do.]
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It's sad. This knowledge looms over Mettaton suddenly. Their conflict dealt with each other's very existences, and not both could survive it.
Amaurot, cherished by Emet-Selch, held against the many lives of mortals... No middle ground, no happy ending for all. Truly, his own world was privileged in that regard, weren't they? That both monsters would get their freedom and happiness, and humanity would get their continued survival and share the Surface. How could such an ending come to be, when it seemed so improbable in comparison? What made it possible for such peace in his own world, compared to the calamity-inducing, judgement-earning, and despair-wrought worlds he's heard of?]
...
[Eye still closed and in his thought, Mettaton leans in to place yet another soft kiss back against the Ascian's lips, slow and deliberate.]
Irhya... I know her. [cat girl... He's starting to realize that mortals must take on many different sorts in Emet-Selch's world.] So all of them... see your end.
[And perhaps even see to it.
Time stuff isn't as odd to Mettaton after enduring discussion of Alternate Universes for hours from Alphys, strangely enough. He's never experienced such disparity in time, no way, not possible, what timelines?? ...But what does he know? Still, with Emet-Selch's phrasing, apparently, and earlier, learned, he doesn't recall having done it. He must not remember all that they do.]