Oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give - but some things only God can forgive

[georgeous]

[ It's quiet in the hospital after this trial. Time passes and there are no notes slipped under doors.

The eerie silence reflects the horrors that have been witnessed today. More than any other week, there is a lingering understanding that there are thing regrouping and cooperation will never be able to fix.

There are 7 dead to mourn. No amount of funeral will bring them back.

The rules George has posted to the kitchen at the start of the week have been kicked over. ]

((ooc: This is not a week for any amount of partying, no matter how little, so here is the after-moping. Tell us where your character mopes, group together to mope together, etc...))

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[cthulwho]

W-What? A blanket? I don't...

[He thought he was just answering a question. He's always cold...]

[journalname]

[TOO LATE BLANKET TIME]

You will catch a chill. [Let him just drape this around you, like he did with his cape for Sakura a few hours ago.]

[cthulwho]

[This is Fine.]

Ah... [He stares down at the blanket. It does feel kind of nice.] I don't think I can catch a chill... B-But thank you.

[...Okay yeah, he'll curl up in it a little.]

I came here from the pool. I...suppose I didn't think about drying off before doing anything else tonight.

[journalname]

I could dry you off very quickly, if I had my magic.

[He leans against the back of another chair, facing Lovecraft.]

I suppose the closest thing here would be to stand in front of the incinerator.

[cthulwho]

[He actually seems to consider it for a moment...but then just droops his head to the side and looks back toward the window.]

I...am in no such hurry. I don't feel like moving right now.

[A little stubborn, truthfully. But there's something behind his words that suggests he maybe just doesn't have any willpower at the moment.]

[journalname]

Oh. I suppose not.

[He sighs and lays his head down against the back of the chair. What else is there to say?]

[cthulwho]

[And so they sit. Lovecraft stays silent for some time, but...suddenly, he speaks up again.]

Just a week ago, I was asked if I have ever lost a friend. If I have ever grieved. [...] I could only speak from what I had observed, that it seemed difficult- a problem that humans face due to their finite lifespans.

[He draws the blanket up, curling up further in on himself.]

Even then, I knew...that conversation would catch up with me. I just did not expect it to be so soon. ...Or in such an unfair way.

["That is just how it is." Would be his own response if anyone spoke of this to him, but...a lot of good it sounds to him now.

He's not even sure why he's telling Asgore this. It probably sounds ridiculous. But maybe he just wanted those thoughts to be heard by someone.]

[journalname]

It was unfair. She was young, even for a human. Far too young to go through things such as this.

[He circles around to take a seat in his own chair.]

I take it you have not spent much time among them.

[cthulwho]

[...Ah, so Asgore figured. Lovecraft utters a pained sigh at the mention of Sakura, shaking his head.]

I had hoped that her situation would have been able to be improved...after getting out of this.

[Sakura's reveals at the end of the trial did not change this hope of his. But once that shot was fired, that...was that.

As for the second bit...]

I walk among them every so often, but making ties is something I try to avoid. The only ties I make are with those who contract me, and only until the contract is fulfilled. I...only have one friend outside of this place.

[journalname]

I am sorry to hear that. Friendships are one of the few things that make it all bearable, I think...

You and I are not very alike, I think. In terms of our species. But my particular type of monster does not age unless we have a child. I have outlived all of my friends.

[cthulwho]

That...is part of the reason why I desired to avoid friendships. I was not interested in investing myself in something so temporary. [...] Human lives are so temporary.

[He doesn't mean anything bad by the statement and seems a bit pained when he says it, but it may come across as a bit harsh.]

Despite outliving your friends, you do not regret making those ties...?

[journalname]

No. No - does it not seem as though you would have lost something, had you never had it at all? I have no family anymore. If I do not make friends, I will have no one, and then what would I do?

[cthulwho]

[...No family anymore? That's...oh.]

In turn...you are unaccustomed to being alone. I think I can understand the desire if...that is all you've known.

[They seem to be opposites on this scale.]

[journalname]

Yes. I suppose I can understand the opposite, to a degree. Monsters are generally social creatures, but that does not mean it is the right way for everyone to live.

Has it been difficult, to be trapped in such close quarters with others?

[cthulwho]

...It was very difficult in the beginning, especially during the trials. It felt paralyzing to be under the watchful eye of so many people at once.

[He hated it, is what he's trying to say.]

But it got easier, over time. I found someone who had similar struggles with crowds and social settings, and that helped. From there...I eventually grew accustomed to speaking with you all.

[...he doesn't say anything about how quiet it has gotten.]

[journalname]

I am glad to hear it. [And Asgore won't say anything about that, either.] I think that this place has changed many of us, whether for good or ill.

[cthulwho]

Mm...

[His agreement is kind of halfhearted, because. Well. Dealing with emotions is still an experience. Still...like Asgore said, for good or ill. There was definitely good involved, and that's big.]

Do you include yourself in that...?

[journalname]

...perhaps. I am not sure. Much of it is simply that I have been removed from my home of centuries.

And yet, before I never would have thought to leave, and now I am talking about traveling worlds with the others, if we can. I know that I cannot return to things as they were. [.....] What will you do, if you can return?

[cthulwho]

Being uprooted... Yes, I believe that may be a large factor in it for many of us. [Well, not everyone has lived for centuries. But to humans, even a few decades is comparable in their short lives.] And being exposed to so many worlds...so many types of beings. It is overwhelming in some ways.

[As for Asgore's question... Lovecraft seems to droop a little bit and bury himself further in the blanket.]

I will...sleep. After I make sure that my partner is all right.

[His tone is reluctant, like he may have been considering other things to do after this game at one point.]

[journalname]

Your partner?

[That tone doesn't go entirely unnoticed, but he's willing to let it pass for the moment.]

[cthulwho]

Mm. His name is John Steinbeck. We work together...and he is that friend I spoke of. [...] He was part of that incentive the other week.

[Which is why he wants to make sure Steinbeck is okay.]

[journalname]

I see.

[The name John Steinbeck means nothing to Asgore!]

Is he a human, or like you?

[cthulwho]

[An unknown relief, really. The whole author thing is just...confusing.]

Human. [...] There is nothing else like me in my world.

[journalname]

...I'm sorry. Is that lonely?

[cthulwho]

[He doesn't understand why Asgore is apologizing for this.]

No? I never minded the solitude... I preferred it, even.