. . . . . I'm not following, darling. You think...
[He laughs, just once. Breathy. There's genuine surprise to his wide eyes.]
No. Hades has never said anything about an Azem. But I have a friend named Azem! [He nods, confident.] What a coincidence!
[So much Mettaton doesn't know, so much he thinks he knows.]
Azem is... [Why is he blanking so much on their appearance, their job, their other traits? This is his friend.] They went through a maddening ordeal, enough to have me risking my... [mettaton.exe has crashed. "Office," he's about to say. But he springs back up.] My career! Just to give you an example. [The only one he can recall, for some reason, he doesn't say.] They were always quite the nuisance. But I like that about them. Ha-ha.
[Mettaton settles back for a moment, reflective. He thinks about the memory he has. About the particular dynamic he shared with this cheery soul, though he felt himself strangely testy... Which is fine. Mettaton can be a lot of things, he decides. (The city, the souls... Those were also somehow fine. Who would doubt the legitimacy of their own memories?)]
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[He laughs, just once. Breathy. There's genuine surprise to his wide eyes.]
No. Hades has never said anything about an Azem. But I have a friend named Azem! [He nods, confident.] What a coincidence!
[So much Mettaton doesn't know, so much he thinks he knows.]
Azem is... [Why is he blanking so much on their appearance, their job, their other traits? This is his friend.] They went through a maddening ordeal, enough to have me risking my... [mettaton.exe has crashed. "Office," he's about to say. But he springs back up.] My career! Just to give you an example. [The only one he can recall, for some reason, he doesn't say.] They were always quite the nuisance. But I like that about them. Ha-ha.
[Mettaton settles back for a moment, reflective. He thinks about the memory he has. About the particular dynamic he shared with this cheery soul, though he felt himself strangely testy... Which is fine. Mettaton can be a lot of things, he decides. (The city, the souls... Those were also somehow fine. Who would doubt the legitimacy of their own memories?)]