[It's somehow the most relieving and the most catastrophic feeling in the world, to admit that. It's been seventeen years. He's denied everything he possibly could. Everything just to keep this lie alive.]
Ha, I suppose. We're kind of two peas in a pod here. [He lets out a breathless laugh, his fingers gently wrapping around Mettaton's heart.] I'm not even...I'm not even a faery. I'm not even completely sure of what I am, I'm just...
[Everything is still vague. He's still from a point in time where not everything has been laid out in front of him. Some of the truth is still in the dark only because he simply hasn't found it, yet.]
I've told myself lies. So many lies. The magazine I work for probably doesn't even exist anymore. [Now his voice is cracking.] I-it's just been one great farce. I've got memories in my head that never belonged to me.
[He gestures to his head.]
Herve's memories. But I'm not him.
[He never was. He laughs again, because that's all he feels he can do, now. Because his life is that much of a joke.]
I'm just something between life and death. A Half-life. [His chest shakes with laughter. It's not happy.] Ah, look at us, Mettaton. A ghost and a thing that lives in the land of the dead.
[He gazes down at the heart, raising a hand to wipe at his eyes.]
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[It's somehow the most relieving and the most catastrophic feeling in the world, to admit that. It's been seventeen years. He's denied everything he possibly could. Everything just to keep this lie alive.]
Ha, I suppose. We're kind of two peas in a pod here. [He lets out a breathless laugh, his fingers gently wrapping around Mettaton's heart.] I'm not even...I'm not even a faery. I'm not even completely sure of what I am, I'm just...
[Everything is still vague. He's still from a point in time where not everything has been laid out in front of him. Some of the truth is still in the dark only because he simply hasn't found it, yet.]
I've told myself lies. So many lies. The magazine I work for probably doesn't even exist anymore. [Now his voice is cracking.] I-it's just been one great farce. I've got memories in my head that never belonged to me.
[He gestures to his head.]
Herve's memories. But I'm not him.
[He never was. He laughs again, because that's all he feels he can do, now. Because his life is that much of a joke.]
I'm just something between life and death. A Half-life. [His chest shakes with laughter. It's not happy.] Ah, look at us, Mettaton. A ghost and a thing that lives in the land of the dead.
[He gazes down at the heart, raising a hand to wipe at his eyes.]
Nevertheless...we do make a good pair, don't we?