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[Even as Asriel says it, he knows he can't make Mettaton believe it. Not when he doesn't really believe it himself. All he can say are just empty words, empty promises... the true reality of this world, it was always kill or be killed.

Chara shouldn't have gone, because now Chara realizes what the Outpost truly was. And they were taken from him by the Savrii, and when they came back... something had hurt them. Mettaton shouldn't have gone, because now he had to live that hell all over again. Frisk shouldn't have gone, because Asriel can see them barely holding themselves together after attacking each slaver without any mercy.

Asriel shouldn't have gone, because now all he can think about is the dark. The feeling of a rope around his snout, pulling his jaw tight never goes away. And he confronted his nightmares... only to find out that it didn't make a difference at all. That they only thing that changed was that he became worse. That he became broken and disgusting...

That he was never a person at all. Maybe he didn't even need to be collared and muzzled to realize that, but it was the truth.

Asriel goes silent as Mettaton apologizes. He can't think of any more empty words, anything else to offer because there was no comfort to give.

He wordlessly slumps against Mettaton, just staying there for a few long moments. He wants to cry, but he probably shouldn't.]

Mettaton...

I'm sorry too. I'm sorry for everything. I just can't... I can't pretend that it any of this was okay. I'm not even good at pretending that things are going to be okay.

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So don't. Let's...not do this today. I haven't the energy to lie.

[In that, at least, Mettaton was brutally honest. He'd just lost someone close to him. Even closer than Lucio had been. He can't pretend that it's fine, or that the situation will improve over time.

Still, his arm slowly pulls the young boss monster closer. Only just, though.]

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[Asriel squeezes himself closer, no longer bothering with empty promises that everything's going to be all right.

He's not cut out for being an optimist, after all.]

Hey... let's make a dumb promise.

If or when the time comes that one of us has gotta leave, we'll come get the other, okay? And we'll take my transporter, and go as far as it can possibly go until we find a planet that's just for us. We'll take Frisk and Chara along too.

And... it'll be a nice planet, where we'll find all the people we miss. And we'll just... live there instead. And it'll have everything we could ever want on it.

[No such planet exists, and the both of them know it. It's a childish fantasy, but after everything that's happened... was it really that bad to just indulge in a some make-believe planet?]

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[Mettaton struggles with that kind of thought. He's hardly keeping himself together at this point, with his SOUL hurting so much...]

Mmh...I would...not leave you behind if I could help it.

If we could do things that way, it would be nice.

[He doesn't believe it will ever work like that though. He's just not going to pretend that he does for Asriel's sake though. Because if one of them could be satisfied, then that would be enough.]