[Not in Geardagas, though they'd both seen their ability for it in memories. Mettaton isn't tripped up about that point: if anything, it just made his ability to see the souls in Emet-Selch's memory a touch more believable, though he couldn't help but marvel at how many there were, all lasting beyond death.
His hand's clasped, and he stares down at their fingers together with a wide gaze.]
... You're right. I'll mention it to him, and see if he doesn't recognize this. Not that I understand what's going on! Though... [There is one recent culprit that might be responsible for this jumbled mess, and he glances toward the door.] I remember hearing them talk about corruption, post... resurrection. It's a real concern!
[While he talks, his eye follows up Irhya's arm. Fixes on her eyes. Dwells on this, and "his" "friend" Azem, and the thought that maybe this is Emet-Selch's memory somehow. It would certainly mean something new. His lips part without sound for a few moments.]
So... You have part of the soul belonging to Azem, somehow. [A feature he cannot see in Geardagas, again. He'll have to take her word for it. His voice is light, slow, and thoughtful, as though still catching up.] That would mean you were, in another life... Hades' friend.
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[Not in Geardagas, though they'd both seen their ability for it in memories. Mettaton isn't tripped up about that point: if anything, it just made his ability to see the souls in Emet-Selch's memory a touch more believable, though he couldn't help but marvel at how many there were, all lasting beyond death.
His hand's clasped, and he stares down at their fingers together with a wide gaze.]
... You're right. I'll mention it to him, and see if he doesn't recognize this. Not that I understand what's going on! Though... [There is one recent culprit that might be responsible for this jumbled mess, and he glances toward the door.] I remember hearing them talk about corruption, post... resurrection. It's a real concern!
[While he talks, his eye follows up Irhya's arm. Fixes on her eyes. Dwells on this, and "his" "friend" Azem, and the thought that maybe this is Emet-Selch's memory somehow. It would certainly mean something new. His lips part without sound for a few moments.]
So... You have part of the soul belonging to Azem, somehow. [A feature he cannot see in Geardagas, again. He'll have to take her word for it. His voice is light, slow, and thoughtful, as though still catching up.] That would mean you were, in another life... Hades' friend.