[Mettaton glances around at that, because it's hard not to realize that everything's looking a little less sharp than before. THe influence of his surroundings also seems less...potent, and the strange manifestation of his aching SOUL reintegrates with his body, giving him the strength to straighten up again.]

...Perhaps I should have done it then. It wouldn't have saved anyone, but at least I would not need to contribute.

Still.

[Mettaton isn't going to let things go as they are. For someone to say that they would prefer to die than take the life of another, especially someone in such a high position? That was naive. Something he would expect from such a young human, maybe.

But not one that set his acolytes upon a robot to peel his SOUL off of his own body and admit what he'd done. Mettaton's not known for his tolerance to such things. He never would be either.]

It's unconscionable to judge someone without knowing what they've endured. It isn't a good luck, sweetheart. However...do as you will. If I'm right about this all, what you do to me does not really matter, does it?

[Unleash that big mouthed Seto guy on him. Let's get this over with.]