You're one to talk! [they crow from behind him. They're still ambling along, making a show of grasping at the tunnel walls for support as they continue to pause to snicker at the very thought.] All anyone has to do to exploit you is ask you what's wrong with your hair!
[And then he'll rush to the nearest mirror to try and fix it, and glimpse his reflection, and it would be such a delightful instance of poetic justice that it would be worth losing their fellow devout traitor-hunter.]
Oh. Oh, my. [The Mirror clasps their hands in front of them and bats their eyes in an exaggerated blink.] Do you love him, Mettaton?
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[And then he'll rush to the nearest mirror to try and fix it, and glimpse his reflection, and it would be such a delightful instance of poetic justice that it would be worth losing their fellow devout traitor-hunter.]
Oh. Oh, my. [The Mirror clasps their hands in front of them and bats their eyes in an exaggerated blink.] Do you love him, Mettaton?