[That it happened, that Mettaton has to relive it, that he has to tell the truth about it, that he just walked in here and saw it without Mettaton's permission...all of it.]
[He can't help a bit of a shudder, though, when Mettaton outlines what Mirrorton's plan was.]
that's awful. that he would--i'm sorry, i just--i know you care a lot about him. i don't understand it, but i understand that you do care about him. but i just--don't like him.
[He's trying so hard not to get into this, because they've had this argument so many times now, and it never gets anywhere. It doesn't help.]
heh. well uh, i'd say the same about me, but it seems like giving up is even more my thing than keeping secrets, so.
[Wow, he meant to actually say something humorous there. Honesty is antithetical to humor.]
[His eyelights flick back to Mettaton's face. God damn it, no, he doesn't want to get into this, he doesn't--]
you are good, metta, but he's--he's--just not. i'm sorry, i don't want to--i don't want to upset you, i'm--dammit. i don't think he's good, and i don't know if he can be, and i think--dammit--i think he wants you to be more like him more than you want him to be more like you. and i don't think him being a bad person is--is a commentary on you, because if it is then--ugh, then mirror papyrus is a commentary on all papyrus-es, and i can't--do that. i can't just--accept that the very worst versions of ourselves are some kind of--of commentary on the rest of us.
and i want to shut up, but i have to clarify that i'm not scared of him just because of, god damn it i hate this, just because of how easily he could hurt me or kill me. i'm also scared of him because he--he might really win and--convince you that you're just like him, and then we'll--i'll--lose you.
[He's glaring at the floor at this point, because fuck, he might not be resisting much at all but he utterly, utterly hates this. It's just as bad as last time. It's all compulsion and the sense that he is completely powerless. Like he needed another fucking reminder.]
[Mettaton steps toward him, though, and just--just that small act, and the fact that Mettaton wants to leave, and that if he leaves with Sans then it's okay--it's absurd how much that calms him down.]
[Sans reaches out a hand toward Mettaton, palm up.]
i feel like such a silly idiot when you say things like that. god, that's not what i meant to say. let's--go, and--let's stop talking about him. okay?
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[That it happened, that Mettaton has to relive it, that he has to tell the truth about it, that he just walked in here and saw it without Mettaton's permission...all of it.]
[He can't help a bit of a shudder, though, when Mettaton outlines what Mirrorton's plan was.]
that's awful. that he would--i'm sorry, i just--i know you care a lot about him. i don't understand it, but i understand that you do care about him. but i just--don't like him.
[He's trying so hard not to get into this, because they've had this argument so many times now, and it never gets anywhere. It doesn't help.]
heh. well uh, i'd say the same about me, but it seems like giving up is even more my thing than keeping secrets, so.
[Wow, he meant to actually say something humorous there. Honesty is antithetical to humor.]
[His eyelights flick back to Mettaton's face. God damn it, no, he doesn't want to get into this, he doesn't--]
you are good, metta, but he's--he's--just not. i'm sorry, i don't want to--i don't want to upset you, i'm--dammit. i don't think he's good, and i don't know if he can be, and i think--dammit--i think he wants you to be more like him more than you want him to be more like you. and i don't think him being a bad person is--is a commentary on you, because if it is then--ugh, then mirror papyrus is a commentary on all papyrus-es, and i can't--do that. i can't just--accept that the very worst versions of ourselves are some kind of--of commentary on the rest of us.
and i want to shut up, but i have to clarify that i'm not scared of him just because of, god damn it i hate this, just because of how easily he could hurt me or kill me. i'm also scared of him because he--he might really win and--convince you that you're just like him, and then we'll--i'll--lose you.
[He's glaring at the floor at this point, because fuck, he might not be resisting much at all but he utterly, utterly hates this. It's just as bad as last time. It's all compulsion and the sense that he is completely powerless. Like he needed another fucking reminder.]
[Mettaton steps toward him, though, and just--just that small act, and the fact that Mettaton wants to leave, and that if he leaves with Sans then it's okay--it's absurd how much that calms him down.]
[Sans reaches out a hand toward Mettaton, palm up.]
i feel like such a silly idiot when you say things like that. god, that's not what i meant to say. let's--go, and--let's stop talking about him. okay?