[He can't stop smiling even if it hurts a little. Even if it feels bittersweet. They are reaching out to him, as best as they can, as shaky as they can and he can't reach back. No matter how much his soul cries for it.]

...Because it's for the best. I am being weak with this display.

[Lie, Mettaton. You need to lie.]

I am fine, Chara. Really. You are sweet to offer this, however. I am very grateful.

[Out of the corner of his eye he sees his small hand mirror next to him. On it is only one word: Good

He feels a lump in his throat. This is for the best.]