[If this was literally anyone else, they might have called Mettaton out, made him reconsider how his motivations were hurtful to his people, how he was making them suffer in isolation and prevent them from the freedom and revenge they deserved.]

[But this is Keats. This is a man who is selfish, incredibly so, and perfectly gets how it would be a good option. He is not a man who thinks of the goodwill of the many. He works for the people he likes and his own desires, for the most part. So this doesn't disturb him as it should disturb others.]

A child, stronger than most of you...that must be quite some soul they had. [He shakes his head.] So, wait, they broke the barrier on their own? What did they do, sacrifice themselves? I mean, you said you don't know, but still...

[It's sort of a horrifying thought.]

And goodness, Mettaton, this isn't an interview, I just...I'm getting to know you. It's good. [He reaches up to push the glasses that aren't there, and he lowers his hand with a frustrated huff.]

Anyways...did you ever get to see the surface? Back home, I mean.