Asriel Dreemurr

[Mettaton would usually play sympathetic here, assure Asriel that he knows the boy's love is unconditional and apportioned fairly. But he is going to be honest. If it hurts Asriel...well. It's not intentional. But it needs saying if Mettaton expects resolution before his death.]

I feel that neither can I. And yet they speak so coldly of me. They find the words to strike hardest. I just want you to know...and only you...I want you to realize that they are as complicit to this as I am.

I know that I am not perfect. As they're fond of reminding me, I treated your memorial in such an ignoble fashion, and I have hurt many people, including you. They are right when they insinuate that you are too good to waste time on a monster like me.

Even still...it does not make such statements hurt any less. But how could they know? Haha...the only Mettaton they know is the fool I once was. I suppose that is completely my fault. And I am not absolved...but at least I would think I earned respite. Perhaps not...

[Mettaton doesn't hide anymore. He speaks quietly, truthfully.]