Mettaton's laughing as this nerd goes on, asking about... well. That.]
Ha... It's... [He bites his lip for a moment, a useless gesture in this form, considering.
How do you explain this to someone who's always been able feel?]
...You know when you're underwater, and everything is dark and muffled? You know where you are, but it's. [Sigh.] It's not right. You don't belong there. [He's tugging on Keats' fingers again.] And then you lift your head out of the water and there's finally light and that beautiful rush of sound hits you.
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Mettaton's laughing as this nerd goes on, asking about... well. That.]
Ha... It's... [He bites his lip for a moment, a useless gesture in this form, considering.
How do you explain this to someone who's always been able feel?]
...You know when you're underwater, and everything is dark and muffled? You know where you are, but it's. [Sigh.] It's not right. You don't belong there. [He's tugging on Keats' fingers again.] And then you lift your head out of the water and there's finally light and that beautiful rush of sound hits you.
It's kind of like that.