Of course you weren't, darling. [His voice has evened out significantly, a dramatic mood shift from his earlier "epiphany."] But I thought I'd at least provide you with the chance to redeem yourself, and own the impotent struggling. Ha ha. But this is alright.

[He was only teasing, after all of that... Mettaton resumes working at the constricting vines around his ankles, which feel tighter if not only because of the sudden yank they endured after his partial release.]

I mean it when I say these vines did lovely work at wrapping you up. I suppose your inability to escape suggests that you don't have any powers or weapons to do so on your own...?