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[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

[transmittable]

...Hope in general...

How do you keep that?

[journalname]

Hope...can be in small things, I think. Like a day spent out with family, or new flowers blooming in the garden. It does not have to be something grand.

[Like, idk, becoming a god and destroying humanity. Def not that.]

Having hope from day to day is perhaps the most important thing.

[transmittable]

Huh... Both of those things sound far beyond my reach. The closest I've got are memories.

[journalname]

[Gosh, that's incredibly sad. And from one so young.]

Is there nothing you enjoy? I know you are working most of the time now, but...no favorite foods or anything like that, even?

[It's actually hard to think of a suggestion. The Risen are all she has for company, after all, and she does not seem to have much time to go out or do anything for herself.

[transmittable]

There's some simple computer games to pass the time. I don't suppose you've been acquainted with the art of solitaire?

[ Her voice has a joking tone to it, but also kind of...self-deprecating? ]

I like talking to people, I guess.

[journalname]

Oh! I do know that game! Not on a computer, of course...

[Okay and now you've just said the words that will ensure Asgore calls you every night on the regular. Except he won't really because I'm not gonna do that to either of us.]

I am glad you have more company, then. However long you have spent with only the Risen...that could not have been fun.

[transmittable]

[ Nightly speaking with Dad, got it. thank you ]

Mmm... It really wasn't, yeah. This is...not exactly ideal, but. You know. Little comforts.

[journalname]

Ha, ha. Yes, I am familiar with that kind of situation.

I remember the day we entered the Underground...it seemed as if we would never be happy again. But we were, eventually. Sometimes, all you can do for the moment is make the best of things.

[transmittable]

Like in here. Like right now.

[journalname]

[He snorts.] The thought had occurred to me.

But it is good that I am accustomed to living this way. I can help make life a little easier on the others, wherever I can.

[transmittable]

You're a good person- uh, monster? To have around. Inspiring... Yeah, you sure are.

[journalname]

[He shrugs, and then remembers that he is talking on the phone.]

Either word is alright! But...thank you. I hope that I can be.

[this canonpoint was a dire mistake]