I had the Mirrorbound help me. I put out a desperate plea for help... [He clasps together his hands, fluttering his eyelashes.] And my call was answered! Come Feoveuer... the Coven had tested, retested, and improved their formulaic enchantment made for someone like me.

[Mettaton rubs his hips. He's made of metal under that black silicone that cover his supple legs — giving like skin, but also... furry now? Beneath lies a framework of metal, hardy and heavy. But wherever there's fur, there's flesh for it to grow upon... a disturbing conglomeration of silicone, flesh, metal, fur, electricity, and... he'd admit it if asked, but he bleeds now, disturbingly enough. Not that Mikasa would know that.]

Anyway. I understand it too well. I've been told that I'm among the most susceptible to the Cwyld, along with you Fae and Dragons... for reasons. [He waves a hand. It's magic reasons...] Having a Bond helps me. But! It's worth it. Being immune to iron. Surely there will be Mirrorbound sympathetic to the both of us, willing to help.

[He views Mikasa as very charming... if not in her unusual, blunt sort of way. He imagines she must have endeared a number of people to want to help her if possible.]