[And Mettaton can only meet it with a similar smile. Subdued, but there. It's not dissimilar, all in all.]

Yes... She's someone who knows how to survive. That, I believe in.

[She'd always said it: knowing she'd killed people, she knew it didn't define her. She was surviving the whole time. In a world like hers, it was the only way. Mettaton glaces down: Mikasa's mentioned Momo before in passing, so he readily assumes they must have been friends, too. She seemed like the sort who could do with upbeat personalities to heckle keep her company.

But he glances up again, readjusting his arm so he can rest his hand atop the head he has laid on his chest. (Mettaton is surely a very comfortable metal pillow.)]

Haha. Well. I didn't actually engage with them, after they began kidnapping people... In fact, they told me to stay home earlier this month because I was too sick! But for what they did to others...

[Mettaton shakes his head. But it's true: he has yet to hear about Yuki's story, and yet to connect any dots about Momo's lingering distress—well, save for anything pertaining to Mikasa. He knew he wouldn't be the only one upset about her.]

How are you doing, darling? It's been a rocky month for the lot of us!