[It was fortunate that his watch had been undamaged and recovered with his corpse when he'd been brought in to be revived. Left in the room with him as he rested, he'd eventually both noticed it, and had the energy (both physically, and especially mentally) to spare on using it. But with Mettaton successfully resurrected and with him, and weeks of 'lying still and mostly trying to sleep' ahead of him, it was time to Communicate. Perhaps it would even distract him from how terrible he felt (it wouldn't).
Through text, of course. It wasn't easy, with his right hand still lacking the dexterity for typing, and his overall coordination reduced. But Emet-Selch perseveres, laboriously, carefully reading through his message several times to make sure everything's spelled correctly. In text, at least, it's easier to maintain a certain tone, which is most of why he fails to use the easier voice messaging (there was no chance of all at using video, considering how unwell he looked).]
In case you were planning any more charming get-togethers, I'm afraid I might just have to miss out. Unless, of course, you were willing to host them at the hospital... small as my room is, I'm sure we could all squeeze in if we tried.
In the meantime, to distract you from the great distress the dearth of my company might provoke, [Absolutely aware there is no such thing.] I now know some things you might find intriguing. I hope you appreciate the effort I went to in learning this.
A death here for us is the same as it is for any human. We're afforded no more control over it, no more ability to change forms and take on another, relying instead on mortal contrivance to be called right back to the body we'd recently vacated. If there's any consciousness at all to be involved after death- well, I didn't discover it.
[And of the three of them, Emet-Selch was confident that he would've had the greatest chance to.]
They say it should take several weeks for me to recover, another point against dying most tragically or otherwise.
Oh yes, I also have some experience now with the sensation of a cwyld infection. In case you were harboring any doubts, I can assure you that it does not come with my recommendation.
text; ~around the 17th
Through text, of course. It wasn't easy, with his right hand still lacking the dexterity for typing, and his overall coordination reduced. But Emet-Selch perseveres, laboriously, carefully reading through his message several times to make sure everything's spelled correctly. In text, at least, it's easier to maintain a certain tone, which is most of why he fails to use the easier voice messaging (there was no chance of all at using video, considering how unwell he looked).]
In case you were planning any more charming get-togethers, I'm afraid I might just have to miss out. Unless, of course, you were willing to host them at the hospital... small as my room is, I'm sure we could all squeeze in if we tried.
In the meantime, to distract you from the great distress the dearth of my company might provoke, [Absolutely aware there is no such thing.] I now know some things you might find intriguing. I hope you appreciate the effort I went to in learning this.
A death here for us is the same as it is for any human. We're afforded no more control over it, no more ability to change forms and take on another, relying instead on mortal contrivance to be called right back to the body we'd recently vacated. If there's any consciousness at all to be involved after death- well, I didn't discover it.
[And of the three of them, Emet-Selch was confident that he would've had the greatest chance to.]
They say it should take several weeks for me to recover, another point against dying most tragically or otherwise.
Oh yes, I also have some experience now with the sensation of a cwyld infection. In case you were harboring any doubts, I can assure you that it does not come with my recommendation.