[Keats finds his voice again, watching as the heart nestles into his hand.]
Ah, if I have to be honest, I sometimes thought that you were simply too complex to just be a robot, you know? Where I come from, robots may dance and sing, but they can't feel. [He's too alive. Too far outside what he would expect of a program.]
[He reaches forward with his other hand, cautiously, brushing against the heart with a thumb. Mettaton expects him to feel upset or shocked. While he's surprised, he doesn't feel like be's betrayed or he's shocked to the point of disbelief.]
[Honestly...he feels more fond than ever. It's strange, how just feeling the literal pulsing heart of someone he's grown to care of can make him feel so warm himself.]
Look at you. I mean, a robot is one thing, but knowing that everything you do, all your star power, is all because of you... [He lets out a laugh.] Oh, Mettaton. You do things I'd never dream of doing. You're amazing.
[Moments like these just have to call for a once-in-a-blue-moon sincere compliment from Keats.]
Were you always without a body, before this happened? [Because he has a sense of what "without bodies" could mean, because the first thing he does think of when he hears those words is "spirits", but he wants to make sure.] I mean, I can't imagine what that's like, just...not being able to interact with the physical world.
[He feels a fleeting pang of fear in his chest. It's lucky that he himself, is physical.]
[He vaguely recalls memories of the dead, acting out scenes from the past forevermore, unable to be touched or held, unable to feel anything at all.]
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[Keats finds his voice again, watching as the heart nestles into his hand.]
Ah, if I have to be honest, I sometimes thought that you were simply too complex to just be a robot, you know? Where I come from, robots may dance and sing, but they can't feel. [He's too alive. Too far outside what he would expect of a program.]
[He reaches forward with his other hand, cautiously, brushing against the heart with a thumb. Mettaton expects him to feel upset or shocked. While he's surprised, he doesn't feel like be's betrayed or he's shocked to the point of disbelief.]
[Honestly...he feels more fond than ever. It's strange, how just feeling the literal pulsing heart of someone he's grown to care of can make him feel so warm himself.]
Look at you. I mean, a robot is one thing, but knowing that everything you do, all your star power, is all because of you... [He lets out a laugh.] Oh, Mettaton. You do things I'd never dream of doing. You're amazing.
[Moments like these just have to call for a once-in-a-blue-moon sincere compliment from Keats.]
Were you always without a body, before this happened? [Because he has a sense of what "without bodies" could mean, because the first thing he does think of when he hears those words is "spirits", but he wants to make sure.] I mean, I can't imagine what that's like, just...not being able to interact with the physical world.
[He feels a fleeting pang of fear in his chest. It's lucky that he himself, is physical.]
[He vaguely recalls memories of the dead, acting out scenes from the past forevermore, unable to be touched or held, unable to feel anything at all.]
[...It's very lucky he's physical.]