Asriel Dreemurr

How can you say I've never hurt you? Physical pain isn't the only type, and I've said...so many things I never should have..

[Mettaton says it quietly, still not able to look Asriel in the eye. As far as he saw it, Asriel had his reasons for everything he had done. What did Mettaton do any of this for? Anything he did could be boiled down to satisfying himself. Everything he'd just said and more!

Hell! He'd even gotten intimate with J while still mourning the loss of Papyrus...]

Even if you could save me by your own power, there's nothing here to save. Nothing but a selfish little ghost who would have murdered people. Nothing but a selfish robot who would oppress people if he had a chance.

You're a child. Children make mistakes and they can be forgiven. I forgive you...even if you don't.

An adult like me who knows what he was doing? That is unforgivable.

[Mettaton wasn't actually trying to make it out like Asriel's pain was any less than his own, but...at this point, he couldn't find a single positive thing about himself. This had been building for a while.]