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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[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.

[journalname]

Gosh. I cannot imagine it myself. But I suppose we are very different types of creatures - monsters are about as social as humans, for the most part.

[cthulwho]

Mm... Before this place, I would say that I did not understand the appeal. [As they've spoken about, outliving friends and all that...] But I think...I was beginning to, at least.

[Was.

Sometime soon he'll come around and say it was worth it, and deep down he knows it was. But right now...it feels so raw, having had to say goodbye to a friend. He knew it'd have to happen with Steinbeck someday, but it was far too soon with Sakura and Rin. Like the blink of an eye.]

[journalname]

...I understand.

[There are many things Asgore could say - things he's said to Lovecraft before. About how having loved and lost was still better than having never loved, and how he wouldn't give up a second of either of his children's lives, though their deaths brought him such unending pain. But talking about Sakura right now is something he cannot bring himself to do either.]