"Except that I'm not asking for your friendship, am I? As I have said, I don't like you. However...our relationship during your last stay on the Moira was not this unmanageable. And even if it was, things have changed.
Call it what you will. The truth is, I've many other things to worry about than picking a fight with you."
Chara could think he was a liar all they wanted, but the tone of Mettaton's voice was tired. Downright exhausted. He's felt so heavy for months, and this whole back-and-forth, as well as their first one, was just...additional strain. He didn't want it. He wanted peace.
"I don't want leverage. I don't want to control either you or anyone else. I just want to live the rest of my life in this hell out as easily as I can."
He doesn't have aspirations here. His only aspiration is to exist. No shows. No stagelights, no fans.
He just wants to live day to day, avoid killing anymore people and learn how to feel more than anger, fear, and anxiety. All of which lead to him questioning who he is.
That's his problem though. His burden. He would never tell Chara. For what? Extra fuel against him? God help him if they ever found out about the Caducans, the slavery, Papyrus...and the killings. Even he has limits.
Drawing a long, tired breath, he glances at Chara with that same tired look in his eye.
"If you don't want to be friends, let's at least be civil with each other. I know I need to work on that too, and for that I apologize. Just think it over, I implore you."
And with that, he turns away, intending to make his way through the ichor comprising the ground and find the way to the next floor. He's sure Chara's response will be as scathing as it ever was. That was just how they were.
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Call it what you will. The truth is, I've many other things to worry about than picking a fight with you."
Chara could think he was a liar all they wanted, but the tone of Mettaton's voice was tired. Downright exhausted. He's felt so heavy for months, and this whole back-and-forth, as well as their first one, was just...additional strain. He didn't want it. He wanted peace.
"I don't want leverage. I don't want to control either you or anyone else. I just want to live the rest of my life in this hell out as easily as I can."
He doesn't have aspirations here. His only aspiration is to exist. No shows. No stagelights, no fans.
He just wants to live day to day, avoid killing anymore people and learn how to feel more than anger, fear, and anxiety. All of which lead to him questioning who he is.
That's his problem though. His burden. He would never tell Chara. For what? Extra fuel against him? God help him if they ever found out about the Caducans, the slavery, Papyrus...and the killings. Even he has limits.
Drawing a long, tired breath, he glances at Chara with that same tired look in his eye.
"If you don't want to be friends, let's at least be civil with each other. I know I need to work on that too, and for that I apologize. Just think it over, I implore you."
And with that, he turns away, intending to make his way through the ichor comprising the ground and find the way to the next floor. He's sure Chara's response will be as scathing as it ever was. That was just how they were.