It is irrational that Lilim feels this way. That it feels this way not just sometimes, but to some extent, always. It's irrational and it is precisely because of it that he's sorry. He's sorry for the experience of being human. He's sorry for the experience of yearning and how it hurts. He's sorry because love is the only thing that made his life worth living.
He lets go only after a short delay when Mettaton jerks unexpectedly away from him, releasing the robot all at once in half-confusion.
Half confusion that becomes full confusion when Mettaton crumples, seven foot metal body collapsing to the floor with all the grace and noise of a demolished building.
And out of it emerges...
A...
... jelly?
A... a crying... jelly?!
"What--"
Kaworu is so alarmed and disoriented that even he trips on his words, red eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to... find something around the scene that would produce a little more sense or explanation. There is none.
no subject
He lets go only after a short delay when Mettaton jerks unexpectedly away from him, releasing the robot all at once in half-confusion.
Half confusion that becomes full confusion when Mettaton crumples, seven foot metal body collapsing to the floor with all the grace and noise of a demolished building.
And out of it emerges...
A...
... jelly?
A... a crying... jelly?!
"What--"
Kaworu is so alarmed and disoriented that even he trips on his words, red eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to... find something around the scene that would produce a little more sense or explanation. There is none.
"What's happening?"