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Take Initiative.

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved.

However, there's still work to do here, isn't there?

Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up."

And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder.

"We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out."

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[Well, hopefully it's good, because uh. She feels pretty much the same way.]

You were one of the Kingmakers the whole time. You knew you'd have to come about that at some point, right? And that you'd hurt people by doing that. By being who you were.

[... Don't worry, she'll get to it.]

I was just wondering... I mean, even with all that... This is kind of hard to ask, actually I don't know how to word it but -- why did you love me, knowing all that? Get close and stuff.

[It goes without saying that that applies to Cherry too, of course, but... You know. She wants to know her. This isn't how her roleplay with Misa went at all.]

...You know how I am, darling.

[His tone remains pretty calm throughout, though he's shifting a bit too much for it to look natural.]

I don't really do deep feelings, and I cut people off at a moment's notice the second they stop doing what I want. I knew it would hurt; of course I did. But I guess...I don't know. I thought you would kill me and then move on from it.

I don't mean that you'd just forget me or anything. But once I was dead, maybe it wouldn't hurt anymore. People have always been disposable to me, and I hold myself to the same standards I hold everyone else! I can be sacrificed just as easily as my relationships can, remember?

[...]

I didn't do it to hurt you. I did it because I just...loved you, that's all. I didn't really think about it, because I didn't expect to love you as much as I did, and I told myself that I could still kill you and it wouldn't matter even if that was a lie, and if I didn't kill you then it'd be the other way around and you would be fine.

[.........]

It's meaningless to apologize for it, isn't it?

[She'll take it in.

She knows how he is, that he'll do what he needs to get places, but she knows his tells too, that he doesn't perform in front of her, that everything he says is the truth. He might want to cut things off and say his relationships are as perishable as he is, but time and time again she's seen just the opposite when it'd come to the people he'd grown close to. Herself. Cherryblod. Ryuunosuke.

The last, especially.

... By the end of it, she's playing with her gloves, still staring at the ground to keep herself there, but she'll snort a little at the question, as rhetorical as it might or might not be, lifting her head.

At least she's not in danger of crying. More confident than anything, but there's a gentle kind of smile for him too, even if she doesn't realize it.]

You might think so. But I'm kind of stupid and selfish. Really self-centered, I've been told. And you know I don't work the way you do, so your standards are null and void when it comes to me. That's why your romantic offer would've never worked, worth a shot or not.

... I'd accept your apology, though. I would've accepted it at your trial, and I'll accept it now. If you give one. I mean, it's not like you have to, it's... well, I mean, you're a huge asshole and a dick and I really shouldn't be giving you chances or anything like that, but...

[...]

I just mean that if you want to give one, then I'll hear it out. And accept it. But hearing it's the important part, I think?

[... Sigrun's gonna refrain from asking him if he still loves her though. For now until whenever.]

[And he smiles a bit once that's out there, and the expression is softer than it usually is.]

Well...first of all, darling, you really need to stop calling yourself stupid. I wouldn't bother with you if I thought that was the case.

[That aside, though.]

...I know it probably doesn't seem like it, but I try to make things right by people when I can. When I know that what I've done has hurt someone I care about. Because if I'm bothering to care about them at all, they must be important. Special. Whatever you want to call it.

I know that what I've done is unforgivable. Several times over. So it's fine if you don't forgive me. And I don't...want to die, but I know I deserve that much. So that's fine too.

But I'm always going to be glad that I met you. Even if I'm sorry for everything I put you through as a result, I can't regret meeting you. Because I'm self-centered and selfish like that, too.

...If there's anything I can do to start making it right by you, then I'd like to. But for now, just know that I am sorry for everything that happened. Everything I did and everything I caused. ...And for stabbing you in the back like six times at least, because that's going to suck for a long time and I know it.

[He shrugs a bit once that's out there; that...was a thing.]

[... It really is nice hearing it, and her heart deems her right when she thought weeks ago that she'd accept his apology, that she'd accept it now.

Forgiveness is a different matter entirely. Maybe someday though. When he's worked it off.]

You can start by holding still, bombshell. I've got something I've been wanting to do for a long time now.

Well...all right, darling.

[...are you finally gonna punch him now.]

[would you be disappointed to hear no

because she's hugging him straight up throwing herself, sorry

... Listen, this is all she's been wanting to do since she thought he died. A few days after that. It's all she'd been wanting to do even going through the final trial, even if she was hurt again by his stupid betraying self, and even if she's remember how goddamn weird it is to hug him since he doesn't breathe.

It's nothing she's gonna bother thinking too hard about though. Never did before never will now.]

Don't think this means that you're getting out of me punching you, though. I'm still gonna do that. I just need to work some strength back into my arms, because two months just laying around like that has not been kind, and I'm not letting you get away with a wimpy little hit.

[...well shit Sigrun he's not going to complain about you launching yourself at him

fortunately his balance is good and he's...well.

His grip is going to be pretty tight, honestly. Not enough to crush her or anything, but she's...not exactly going anywhere anytime soon, all right, even if her words do get a bit of a laugh out of him.]

You know I'd just be disappointed otherwise, right?

[That's fine. She doesn't really want to leave right now, or for like half an hour, even if she does need to talk to Ryuunosuke still. Probably. Aw, who cares, Mettaton can damn well carry her around if he wants.]

Exactly. And I'm not gonna start disappointing you now, treasure. You're still too important to me for that.

[Because she can say she loves him to everyone else in this vault, but actually saying it to his face is still something that feels like it should wait. Might assure his thoughts about when he's being killed though.]

I really missed you. [a sigh.] Wasn't the same without you around, you know. I had to paint up that old office all by myself for the most part.

I missed spending time with you - I watched you a lot, but it wasn't anywhere near the same.

[...Mettaton, that's creepy.

Anyway...]

...It's fine if you don't want to, you know. But you can still touch my soul whenever you want. I think it'll be all right.

[... She hopes he doesn't know about the cuddle plush, um. Love her for all she is, Mettaton. She was sleeping with that thing before you supposedly died.

It gets a laugh out of her though, and she'll look up at him. Four inch heels are something she wants right now.]

One, that's creepy, but I'm glad. Sorry I cried so much.

[because that's the thing to apologize for, seeing as she knows he doesn't like it or being the cause of it]

... As for two, really? I mean, of course I want to, but are you sure?

[...He's not going to touch the apology, because that's. Yeah. But...]

Why wouldn't I be?

... I mean, I did say I was gonna kill you, you moron. Someday, I mean.

[Even if she doesn't really want to anymore.]

i know.

But I don't think you'd do it like that.

You're right. It's too cheap. You deserve better than that, and... I wouldn't want to mess up something we both enjoy.

[She'd rather actually fight him. His soul versus hers. That kind of thing.]

Speaking of souls though, lovely, what does it mean when you say I have an orange soul? I haven't been able to figure it out.

...What can't you figure out, darling?

[He's pretty sure that's straightforward?]

What it means.

[You know.]

If it means anything? Since there's different colors and stuff. And yours means that you're made up of the most bullshit I've ever heard.

Oh, that.

[Hm.]

Bravery, I've heard. That's what the orange ones tend to have in common.

Oh.

[Well shit, that's obvious now. At least she can tell Cherryblod that that's what they have in common.]

Cherry and I thought it might be the fact we're both stubborn as hell, but that's fine too. I'm not even surprised.

[...]

Your soul isn't complete bullshit, by the way. Just mostly bullshit. I can see what you mean when you talked about what it's made of.

...Well, now I'm curious.

[You can't just say things like that, Sigrun, come on.]

[She's said things like that in the past and just left it maybe she'll do it again!!!]

What'll you do if I don't tell you?

Lose interest, maybe.

You're still bad at back and forth, I see. Get better at that and you'll be doing right by me.

[Look, an official order. Learn to fucking flirt-banter with her.]

... But anyway, I'll tell you. Your soul's made up of three frankly bullshit things. Care to list them off for me, sweetie? I'll go one by one.

Love, hope and compassion are the ones I'm assuming you're talking about.

Mmmhmm.

[Alright, time to word this.]

Hope's the most obvious to me. You embody it to all your fans, and you have a lot of it too yourself. For seeing the outside world. For performing. You want things to be good, even if it's in a selfish way. There's nothing wrong with that.

Love's... pretty obvious too. Seeing as, you know. You love a fair amount of things. Your job as a star. Your adoring fans. The people around you. Yourself [...] Me. You're filled and made of it, you just have a really messed up way of dealing with it.

[Maybe the "me" part was too bold, but you know what, she's confident. Moving right along.]

Compassion's the hardest to pin. But when I think about the reasons why you do things, I know you've got it in you. You said yourself that you thought you'd die and then I'd just move on, that you never wanted to hurt me. That's scratching the surface of it, you know? You're not a completely compassionate person, you're the biggest asshole I know, but you do have it in you.

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