[Mettaton blinks widely at the camera and glances down at the slumbering Ascian just off screen.]
Oh... [There is guilt on his face, yes. He glances away, then back to the lens.] Irhya-darling. Ah... Yes, I... That would be what you felt, between the two of us. It's been... a doozy of a time. This recovery.
[His post says he's composed; this reply reads more like he's still grasping for stability, easily thrown off. He can't say he expected Emet-Selch to do much of anything, much less reach out to explain what had happened. Upon hearing that Mikasa was gone, Mettaton had been distracted anew with getting the word out. Excuses, excuses. That's all they are, so he stops there and shakes his head no.]
No. I wasn't kidnapped. But, Irhya... Does that mean...
[He raises his gaze back to the lens, imploring, asking without words if that meant she was kidnapped.]
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Oh... [There is guilt on his face, yes. He glances away, then back to the lens.] Irhya-darling. Ah... Yes, I... That would be what you felt, between the two of us. It's been... a doozy of a time. This recovery.
[His post says he's composed; this reply reads more like he's still grasping for stability, easily thrown off. He can't say he expected Emet-Selch to do much of anything, much less reach out to explain what had happened. Upon hearing that Mikasa was gone, Mettaton had been distracted anew with getting the word out. Excuses, excuses. That's all they are, so he stops there and shakes his head no.]
No. I wasn't kidnapped. But, Irhya... Does that mean...
[He raises his gaze back to the lens, imploring, asking without words if that meant she was kidnapped.]