[Well, even if she's hurt right now she can't stop herself from flushing at that, starting to match her hair from more than her upsetness at the situation. Whatever this was, really really like or love or whatever, was definitely fun and returned.

Selfishly, that's fine enough.]

... Then that's my revenge. I made you have weird punchy feelings while every week you were waiting to see if you'd have to kill someone.

[And-- you know what, sure, she'll give him a quick kiss, she can count it as another point to "revenge" and making him regret.]

I won't forgive you. But I won't say that I hate you either, Mettaton, because that's not me. It's still the opposite. You stupid fucking bastard.