[It wasn't much of a future. It wasn't much of a present either, trapped in a suspended instant, aware of what was coming, but unable to avert nor embrace it. Oh, he'd survived the Rathmore's dungeon, but he was still awaiting death. That hadn't changed.
He hums quietly at the stroke of his hair, the brush of Mettaton's lips on his. Did the Ascian regret any of his Bonds? No. Even if it was true that he wouldn't have sought them out to start, the idea of severing any of them was unacceptable. If he hadn't been approached by those heroes (or made an ill-advised bet with a puca), Emet-Selch was almost certain he would have remained stubbornly Bondless to this day, regardless of consequence. And now he was stubbornly going in the opposite direction, with just as much regard.
So had four Bonds been taxing...? The Ascian didn't think so. Sure, he was a bit more tired now and again, but he was still healing. That was probably it. And if it should get worse, if more problems were to arise over time--
--it was worth it.]
Of course I would Bond with them. We are friends, after all... [Despite also calling them grotesque, vermin; despite their hand in his demise. But some things didn't change. Even if he were the only one to remember.] But don't think I'm inclined to give you up either....
[To put it deceptively mildly. This time, Emet-Selch does kiss him again- and though it's still soft, deliberate, it carries that same message from before: the demand to not be left alone.]
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He hums quietly at the stroke of his hair, the brush of Mettaton's lips on his. Did the Ascian regret any of his Bonds? No. Even if it was true that he wouldn't have sought them out to start, the idea of severing any of them was unacceptable. If he hadn't been approached by those heroes (or made an ill-advised bet with a puca), Emet-Selch was almost certain he would have remained stubbornly Bondless to this day, regardless of consequence. And now he was stubbornly going in the opposite direction, with just as much regard.
So had four Bonds been taxing...? The Ascian didn't think so. Sure, he was a bit more tired now and again, but he was still healing. That was probably it. And if it should get worse, if more problems were to arise over time--
--it was worth it.]
Of course I would Bond with them. We are friends, after all... [Despite also calling them grotesque, vermin; despite their hand in his demise. But some things didn't change. Even if he were the only one to remember.] But don't think I'm inclined to give you up either....
[To put it deceptively mildly. This time, Emet-Selch does kiss him again- and though it's still soft, deliberate, it carries that same message from before: the demand to not be left alone.]