He's too mortified to resist, this time, as the other one buttons his shirt for him. Too busy biting back an explanation - it's not as bad as it looks, which is mostly true. It's more solid than it looks, anyway. The castle fused the shattered pieces back together when it brought him back to life. His SOUL's still intact and more-or-less safely contained inside there. It doesn't hurt. Which doesn't make any sense, but castle magic rarely does. Apparently the place just wanted to leave him a little reminder.
But he doesn't want to offer any comfort. Even in the face of the way his double doesn't quite recoil in horror, the way his hand lingers and his SOUL resonates. Compassion. Did it ever come so easily to him, the way it does to this version? It can't have, can it?
(Mettaton, your show made us so happy!)
"I will never. Be desperate enough. To need your help."
His voice is low, and cold, and almost doesn't crack, until. Until he can't hold back the next three words, the emotion in them.
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Date: 2017-03-27 10:54 pm (UTC)But he doesn't want to offer any comfort. Even in the face of the way his double doesn't quite recoil in horror, the way his hand lingers and his SOUL resonates. Compassion. Did it ever come so easily to him, the way it does to this version? It can't have, can it?
(Mettaton, your show made us so happy!)
"I will never. Be desperate enough. To need your help."
His voice is low, and cold, and almost doesn't crack, until. Until he can't hold back the next three words, the emotion in them.
"You've done enough."