No, actually, I changed my mind. Keep going further down, maybe you'll find where you belong.

[Keats is only more than happy to come up with a sharp comeback instantly. Still, he doesn't follow his words and doesn't let Mettaton go, only moving his hand back up carefully to bring back Mettaton's heart to eye level.]

[It's very calming, to see that heart, so incredibly alive despite the fact it's being inhabited by a ghost.]

Ah, if horses were wishes, beggars would ride... [He sighs and shakes his head, as if to say "ah, well, what can you do".] I'm sure we'll figure out a way around it. No doubt.