Despite himself, Mettaton feels a little sympathetic. He knows what such compulsion feels like, thought maybe not in the same way as what Liquid is feeling right now.

He lets out a sigh, leaning on the nearest wall.

"Look. I don't understand what's happening but if you need a little more, then you can have it. Let's just find somewhere I can sit, because this is all making me dizzy.

As long as you do not kill me. That would be stressful, and we wouldn't exactly be friends after that, would we?"