[Mettaton takes a moment to mull over what Ikaruga's telling him, giving her a deliberate tilt of his head and a thoughtful hum to pair with it.]
You mean...
[Wow. He considers the way he showed up at the Temple of Beginnings: he blacked out suddenly, only to rouse in a completely new land that reminded him of some anachronistic renditon of the Surface. His smile dims some, but warmth still decorates Mettaton's features.]
Ah-hah. Interesting. So you must have been far from these elven neighbors for longer than I can imagine... [A whole year, it sounds like. He can't help but imagine himself in the same position.] Though it sounds as though you spent your time well... Why were you beckoned to some other place, before coming here?
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You mean...
[Wow. He considers the way he showed up at the Temple of Beginnings: he blacked out suddenly, only to rouse in a completely new land that reminded him of some anachronistic renditon of the Surface. His smile dims some, but warmth still decorates Mettaton's features.]
Ah-hah. Interesting. So you must have been far from these elven neighbors for longer than I can imagine... [A whole year, it sounds like. He can't help but imagine himself in the same position.] Though it sounds as though you spent your time well... Why were you beckoned to some other place, before coming here?