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[vagabone]

[He speaks in a calm, even voice, perfectly casual. No one can ever truly get used to losing good friends, it will always hurt, it's always too soon to say goodbye... but it's happened countless times to him, because that's simply the way it is when one is being forgotten by both the living and the dead. He's one of them, los Olvidados. They all swallow their pain, they bury it deep and they carry on, remembering those they've lost as long as they can.

And he is very, very accustomed to living with the pain. What he enjoys and what he wants has nothing to do with it. He's not the only one dealing with it.]

Muffet's also gone. I know she did a lot of the baking, especially for the Denny. I'm not so bad at that myself and I like it, so it's no problem for me to carry on with it. It's just, ah...

[Here comes the shameful part.] I literally have no muscles, I'm not so good at carrying things you probably wouldn't think are heavy. If anyone doesn't mind helping out part of the time, I'd appreciate it.

And there's something of hers I'd like to put up in the Storyteller's temple too, I think they'd like to have it.

[Seems that's all. He doesn't say any more...]

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[journalname]

...oh. I am sorry to hear that.

[Asgore never got to know Muffet all that well, for all that she was the only other monster on the islands. He suspects she never liked him very much - understandable, for a monster who came to know humans as more than some faceless, distant enemy.]

Please feel free to call me if you need help. I am not the best baker, but I am sure I could assist.

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CONDOLENCES

[Muffet. They'd known her ever since they arrived here. Even...before then.]

[It doesn't feel right that they should outlast her. They're the one who's sick, who's dying.]

CAN USE LIVESTOCK?

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[missfunction]

[Loss is just one of those things that even Rabbit can't help but take seriously. She can't possibly understand the depth of it when it isn't her own, but she can tell in the man's voice that something is definitely wrong.

Too many good friends are gone. Too many missed chances to say goodbye.]

If you need a hand l-l-liftin' stuff, I'm yer gal. These s-s-skinny arms pack a r-real punch.

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[tenthstreetbred]

[Her response is instant.]

I'll help with that. The carrying thing.

[A pause and then-]

She was wonderful. We'd been friends since we first washed up here years ago. I don't know much about your friendship with her, but she will be dearly missed. Hopefully she is home now and on the Surface.

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[solperierat]

I'm shit for anything in the kitchen, but I can do the heavy lifting for you.

[And of course he's going to studiously ignore the part about something for the local god...]

...you okay?

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[thermalwind]

I can help carry things. I was already bringing milk from Kaltenecker. [He hasn’t talked to Hector one on one in a while. So many people are hurting right now but he adds,]

Not the best cook either but I can learn and help or make tools to make it easier. But what it is that you want to go up in the temple?

[atailoftwoworlds]

[Zidane met Muffet a few times and she did come on that underwater expedition with all of them. She did seem to chide him at times but she cared. Hopefully, she is happier back home. Still, Héctor's probably knew her pretty well.]

I can carry some stuff over too if you want. You might wanna count me out of the cooking though. [A small chuckle, trying to cheer the guy up.] But carrying I can do. And uh.....whatever else you might need, okay, buddy? [In case his friend is really hurting.]