Yes, a memory. That's the best explanation I have. I don't know why Wonderland chose this one out of everything else I could have seen, but I hate it.
[He grits his teeth, glaring back into the room. At the covered mirror and the invitation and the absence of certain things in his decoration. He takes his hand away from his mouth as he feels himself forced to speak.]
I don't want to remember this. I've spent more than enough time trying to move on that it feels redundant that Wonderland would throw this back into my face.
[The compulsion is terrible, especially with his feelings boiling so close to the surface and he whips around completely to the room at large.]
There's no point to this! He's different! I'm different! This was over a year ago, Wonderland, and it doesn't matter anymore! It doesn't! It doesn't!
[Perhaps he's relived this memory one too many times.]
...I don't want it to matter anymore.
[The truth keeps being pulled out of him, slipping through his teeth into the air and he hates it. Hates this violation of his mind and desires, spilling what he's thinking.
Sans's bluntness makes him round on him next, the frustration growing.]
He can be! I know he can be! If I can be better, so can he!
[Immediately the magic of Wonderland twists and he spits out-]
I don't actually know if he can be better than he is. But I want him to be, and that's something! It has to be.
[Sans gives a pretty good succinct explanation and Mettaton groans.]
So is that what is going on right now? We're being forced to watch horrible things and don't even have the option to protect people from them?
[An interesting phrasing of words and he feels another drop of fuel to his anger at how he wants to refute what Sans says about Mirrorton but... can't. He can't bring the words to fruition.]
What's the point of showing us this if we can't change it, Sans? Why would we be put through this if we can't make it better?
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[He grits his teeth, glaring back into the room. At the covered mirror and the invitation and the absence of certain things in his decoration. He takes his hand away from his mouth as he feels himself forced to speak.]
I don't want to remember this. I've spent more than enough time trying to move on that it feels redundant that Wonderland would throw this back into my face.
[The compulsion is terrible, especially with his feelings boiling so close to the surface and he whips around completely to the room at large.]
There's no point to this! He's different! I'm different! This was over a year ago, Wonderland, and it doesn't matter anymore! It doesn't! It doesn't!
[Perhaps he's relived this memory one too many times.]
...I don't want it to matter anymore.
[The truth keeps being pulled out of him, slipping through his teeth into the air and he hates it. Hates this violation of his mind and desires, spilling what he's thinking.
Sans's bluntness makes him round on him next, the frustration growing.]
He can be! I know he can be! If I can be better, so can he!
[Immediately the magic of Wonderland twists and he spits out-]
I don't actually know if he can be better than he is. But I want him to be, and that's something! It has to be.
[Sans gives a pretty good succinct explanation and Mettaton groans.]
So is that what is going on right now? We're being forced to watch horrible things and don't even have the option to protect people from them?
[An interesting phrasing of words and he feels another drop of fuel to his anger at how he wants to refute what Sans says about Mirrorton but... can't. He can't bring the words to fruition.]
What's the point of showing us this if we can't change it, Sans? Why would we be put through this if we can't make it better?