[To Soren, most promises come with a transaction: a give and a take. For a price, one end of the bargain can be met. Both parties benefit. It's a very mercenary way of thinking, but that's what he's been for half of his life. That is why when Mettaton approached him with a deal, his business sense led him to immediately understand that his silence on this matter held steep value to the Puca, worth sacrificing all he has. To be able to make a guarantee of silence with stakes and conditions set is far more reassuring to Soren than a spoken oath by a near-stranger, and he could never relate to the opposite point of view. His upbringing never afforded him the luxury of developing personal qualities like naivety nor faith in others.
But Soren didn't really want anything Mettaton was capable of. He could extract cunes as a bribe, certainly. An opportunity for gain is always nice. But he always liked making deals transparent to both parties, and he knew that purchasing something like the guarantee of keeping a secret always carried the risk of distrust. Mettaton gives him the sinking sense that what he's seen in the mirror could even mean that the Puca might be desperate enough to achieve his silence in underhanded and more insidious ways — ways that circumvent a Dragon's natural advantage in power — and no promise on his end could ever amend that. He needs to tread carefully with him in the future.
He shakes his head, arms tight around his chest. Mettaton's pain is quite palpable to the Dragon. It crushes even him a little. Nonetheless... what would an empty promise solve?]
I will let you know. Take heart that I would not squander such an opportunity to be given something in the future by blabbing indiscriminately. Your secret is absolutely safe with me.
[He genuinely thinks that's... reassuring... It makes sense, right?]
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But Soren didn't really want anything Mettaton was capable of. He could extract cunes as a bribe, certainly. An opportunity for gain is always nice. But he always liked making deals transparent to both parties, and he knew that purchasing something like the guarantee of keeping a secret always carried the risk of distrust. Mettaton gives him the sinking sense that what he's seen in the mirror could even mean that the Puca might be desperate enough to achieve his silence in underhanded and more insidious ways — ways that circumvent a Dragon's natural advantage in power — and no promise on his end could ever amend that. He needs to tread carefully with him in the future.
He shakes his head, arms tight around his chest. Mettaton's pain is quite palpable to the Dragon. It crushes even him a little. Nonetheless... what would an empty promise solve?]
I will let you know. Take heart that I would not squander such an opportunity to be given something in the future by blabbing indiscriminately. Your secret is absolutely safe with me.
[He genuinely thinks that's... reassuring... It makes sense, right?]