voice;

[ideismo]

[There's a moment of quiet before he starts, the sort of thing that's only really audible if you're listening for it; it's been some time since Alexei has addressed any number of people at once, and while it's something he used to be accustomed to, it's also something that he's rather out of practice with.

So there's quiet, and the awkwardness is palpable when he does start, and he doesn't bother introducing himself; maybe some will recognize his voice, maybe not. It matters fairly little to him in the scheme of things.]

I don't normally request guidance, and particularly not regarding personal matters, so I pray I may be forgiven for the vagueness of the question. But I suppose that the recent conditions on Monsun have me contemplating things.

Is it...acceptable, I suppose, to continue to want something that you have no right or claim to anymore?

[...And apparently that is all for now.]

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[ideismo]

[...Oh.

On the one hand, he really, really doesn't want to talk to Asgore about it - after all, as far as Asgore is concerned, he died saving the world, didn't he? With no regrets to his name because at least he did his goddamn best.

On the other...]

Out of everyone here, you're likely the one I would trust most with such things. If you would be receptive... Perhaps I wouldn't mind.

[Or, well. Perhaps he would mind less. Six of one, half-dozen of the other, as he goes.]

In person would likely be better. This feels a bit impersonal.

[journalname]

[it's fine, Asgore's apparently just the Douchebag Whisperer]

It is rather public, as well. [He. Does not know how to make these private.] I am happy to meet you whenever you like - I am not busy. Or, if you would like to come over for some tea, that is fine as well.

[ideismo]

...I would like that. Tea would be nice.

[He's so awkward but there's an attempt being made.]

Thank you. For offering.

[journalname]

Of course. It is important to be able to talk to someone.

[for people other than asgore, o b v i o u s l y]

[ideismo]

[Oh, of course. He used to be the person everyone came to in their own personal times of crisis himself.

Used to be.

Haha.]

My apologies in advance if it turns out I'm troubling you over nothing; that may well be the outcome, you know.

[journalname]

Oh, no. It is not any trouble in the first place.

[It's nice, really. He so rarely has anyone over for tea anymore.]