[They've come to recognize the signs, well enough. It's a simple instinct when you operate on that manner of edge for every waking moment of your days, and have for as long as you can remember. There is no escaping that which is intrinsic to the whole of your being; the corruption that eats at the SOUL and tints you, irrevocably, with the stink of your own inability to die and your own profound willingness to.
Monsters must have it so easy, in that manner. Untainted by the human determination that keeps children tethered to a world that refuses to relinquish its grasp around them, roots sunk into their flesh and drinking greedily at the lifeblood that's long since dried and left their veins hollow as straws.]
They will ask, you must realize.
[It is not preventable. It is not treatable.
Therefore, they will proceed to the next item on the list.]
They will wait anxiously for your return. They will hound the site of your death day and night. They will suspect that, as you and I are now alone together, I had some hand in the manner. One cannot fault them for that; that is simply how children are.
[That is simply how demons are. No matter the level of faith or trust either child may place in their humble servant, it is clear that they will never breach whatever bond exists between them and Mettaton. He is the friend they wished they always had, both of them, and Chara is merely - secondary. An afterthought. A tumor that swelled with such bulbous authority that they'd been reduced to structuring the patterns of their lives around them.
cw suicide talk for like this whole thread probably
Monsters must have it so easy, in that manner. Untainted by the human determination that keeps children tethered to a world that refuses to relinquish its grasp around them, roots sunk into their flesh and drinking greedily at the lifeblood that's long since dried and left their veins hollow as straws.]
They will ask, you must realize.
[It is not preventable. It is not treatable.
Therefore, they will proceed to the next item on the list.]
They will wait anxiously for your return. They will hound the site of your death day and night. They will suspect that, as you and I are now alone together, I had some hand in the manner. One cannot fault them for that; that is simply how children are.
[That is simply how demons are. No matter the level of faith or trust either child may place in their humble servant, it is clear that they will never breach whatever bond exists between them and Mettaton. He is the friend they wished they always had, both of them, and Chara is merely - secondary. An afterthought. A tumor that swelled with such bulbous authority that they'd been reduced to structuring the patterns of their lives around them.
How much easier it would be to stay away forever.
A pity Shepard had felt it prudent to intercede.]