Just how have I given you the impression, that I want it very little? Because I mentioned anything else?
[Mettaton's not snapping, even though he's quick to reply, his retort passionate and direct. Tension still works its way through his body, as he braces the dragon's egg against himself, pressing his hand against Emet-Selch's middle as he keeps his seat on the couch. He'd claim Emet-Selch's flaring temper didn't make sense—but it did, and Mettaton begins to regret mentioning his thoughts at all, even though he wanted to share them, even if they wandered toward what-ifs and could-bes.
He closes his eye and takes a breath. Shaking his head, he opens his eye and fixes his attention on Emet-Selch levelly, softly.]
... You know I'm also going to do what it takes to continue to pursue my own dreams, in the long run. I just thought to tell you about it. [To... hassle Emet-Selch into contributing—and even Mettaton knew, at least in retrospect, that it wasn't called for right now. He glances down at the egg in their laps, then up to Emet-Selch.] I've discarded nothing, Hades. You know that.
[Mettaton cants his head, opening his eye and meeting Emet-Selch's gaze, no matter how chilled, with the openness of his heart—and the determination of his course. Confident, he knew what mattered most to himself, and what ways he'd entertained getting there.]
Not a shard is going to be spent in the direction of my venue, nor my business... until you and I are more comfortable. You don't really, truly think I'm so fickle?
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[Mettaton's not snapping, even though he's quick to reply, his retort passionate and direct. Tension still works its way through his body, as he braces the dragon's egg against himself, pressing his hand against Emet-Selch's middle as he keeps his seat on the couch. He'd claim Emet-Selch's flaring temper didn't make sense—but it did, and Mettaton begins to regret mentioning his thoughts at all, even though he wanted to share them, even if they wandered toward what-ifs and could-bes.
He closes his eye and takes a breath. Shaking his head, he opens his eye and fixes his attention on Emet-Selch levelly, softly.]
... You know I'm also going to do what it takes to continue to pursue my own dreams, in the long run. I just thought to tell you about it. [To... hassle Emet-Selch into contributing—and even Mettaton knew, at least in retrospect, that it wasn't called for right now. He glances down at the egg in their laps, then up to Emet-Selch.] I've discarded nothing, Hades. You know that.
[Mettaton cants his head, opening his eye and meeting Emet-Selch's gaze, no matter how chilled, with the openness of his heart—and the determination of his course. Confident, he knew what mattered most to himself, and what ways he'd entertained getting there.]
Not a shard is going to be spent in the direction of my venue, nor my business... until you and I are more comfortable. You don't really, truly think I'm so fickle?