I should have hated it. But I didn't, until the end.

Because, well. It was all the same, being there, or being on the Moira. We were going to suffer no matter where we went.

[Mettaton sighs, slowly taking a seat. Once Asriel starts to eat, he's pretty sure they'll be here alone for a while. To commiserate, perhaps.]

The part that hurt the most wasn't anything that happened. It was that we were safe for a little while. Better not to be safe...

[The robot reflects to himself that truthfully...he hates everything. Even the false peace, if he thinks hard enough on it.

He hates it all. Such a strong, all-consuming feeling.]