[The smile Bucky gives him, interestingly enough, only makes him want to cry more. Such a sweet, good man, dying alone in the snow is a crime he can't abide.]

I suppose that is a good thing, yes, but... Bucky, darling, please think of yourself too. You're just as important to keep alive.

[Sacrificing for the greater good is nice and all but if you give up every shred of yourself there will be nothing left.

His first death. And he has no intentions of another one. Mettaton feels a small surge of relief through him. Then he asks him a question about death and Mettaton swallows a little.]

I. Well. I have come close to dying and have died here a few times, though they didn't follow the rules of usual Wonderland deaths so I don't know if they count per se. But... it was...

[Painful. Awful. Like his entire body was stripped apart and his very essence torn from him.]

It wasn't pleasant. I was terrified and hurt and I thought for sure it was all over. But Wonderland brought me back. So here I am.

[He looks to Bucky gently.]

And here you are.