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[mttbrandlegs]

I don't think so. And so what if it is?

I think you deserve to be selfish right now. The captains owe us a lot. The captains haven't...been real captains even from the get-go.

[Almost instinctively, he begins to pet the top of Asriel's hair, ruffling the fringe of fur there, his eye closing. God, he just wants to cry his soul out.]

We didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for any of it...

And you do not deserve any of it. You should not feel as if you need to shoulder the burden of saving anyone. You should be having fun, like a good child. The one I know you are.

[An uneasy smile curls his lip.]

You're good, Asriel. Whatever happened before, you are a good person. Please believe me when I say that. So much...so much of the time, I couldn't imagine picking myself up and doing anything on the ship, not if I didn't have your friendship to look forward to.

[pleasereset]

[You're good.

Just hearing that from Mettaton is enough to make Asriel want to curl up against him bawl all over again. It was hard to believe that sometimes, when he's been made to feel like he's nothing. And harder to believe, when he's killed so easily - and this time, he didn't have Flowey as an excuse.

Asriel squeezes his eyes shut, letting himself just feel Mettaton's hand on top of his head. It was comforting, and in a rare moment, Asriel feels safer.]

T-thank you. That means... that means everything, coming from you. You don't deserve any of this either.

I really hope you find the happiness you're looking for, Mettaton. I really do. And I'll support you no matter what, okay?

[mttbrandlegs]

That is all I could ask for. Thank you so much, Asriel.

[Mettaton smiles. It's such a rare moment where he can do something good. Something right. He's glad that, even if Asriel's upset, he can manage to listen to positive words.

It's a shame that Mettaton isn't half as receptive. He pretends, of course. It's easy to slip into old habits right now, because at least his words are doing something good right now. But even as he continues to gently stroke his fingers through Asriel's hair, he can't help but be dissatisfied himself.

As expected, he'll work to hide it. Asriel doesn't need this right now. Honestly...no one does...]