stones of farspeech

[journalname]

Good morning! This is Asgore Dreemurr.

I...do not like to ask this, but would anyone be willing to help me plant a pair of trees? You would not need to do much, I would simply like someone to be my eyes. They are for tea - you may have first selection of the blends I make, when they are ready for harvesting!

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[counterblows]

[Well. That's true. That didn't mean he had to give it to him.]

You've spoken to me all of twice.

[journalname]

You could have just let me find my way home on my own. I had already made it that far, after all. It is not as though I was going to walk off a cliff.

[You were helpful!]

[counterblows]

[All right. All right, he's...not about to argue. Not over something so stupid. Gauging trust off of a metric of basic human decency is just - not what he'd recommend, in terms of strategy.]

Is there anything else you've told me that you don't want anyone else to know?

[journalname]

...no, that is all.

[Oh, is that what this is about? He's overstepped. It's not as though he considered Washington a close friend - they really have only spoken twice - but clearly he's still presumed a little too much.]

I apologize - really, it is not that important. Don't worry about it. I am sure it would not be the end of the world if they happened to hear.

[counterblows]

That's not -

[He cuts the words off with a short noise of frustration. Why does he care about this? He shouldn't. Oh my god, but he shouldn't care.]

I just don't...understand. Why you'd tell someone that, if you didn't want them to know.

[journalname]

You...did seem like you wanted to know...

[Remember how he's really bad at lying? That was definitely not true.

Or, it was, but that's not a good enough reason even for Asgore. Has he really missed talking to people that badly? He needs to not. His time in Beacon shouldn't outweigh his previous experience - how many years did he spend not telling people how much he didn't want to wage the war he'd promised them?

At least he didn't mention how he died.]

Ah, Pyrrha is here. I should be going.

[counterblows]

...fine. Good luck.

[Don't push it, Washington. This accomplished nothing but the generation of apparent distress for both of them, and what's the point in that? What good is there, in that?]

[None whatsoever.]

[He shoves the stone into his pocket.]