[Oh my god, Mettaton. Thanks. She appreciates it, patting the spot beside her. Sit down, friend.]

Yeah. It's not the first time I've seen people die, whether they were strangers or friends. It's a reality that we face, that we accept every time we go out, and I've seen more gruesome deaths and injuries than what we saw today.

[So it's that part she's fine with, playing with the lighter absently.]

It's not that though. I want to know what the hell he did to Zagi's body and if he plans to do that with the rest of us when we eventually die, too. The dead should stay dead, [something she stresses heavily,] so seeing my brother up and about makes me want to wring that maker guy's neck.

[being emotionally competent is not fun???]