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[unknowable]

Hey. I spend a fair amount of time in the orchard, weeding and taking care of plants and stuff. It doesn't need as much work as it would if we were growing it entirely ourselves, but that's no reason not to keep it in good condition. I know I'm not the only one - maybe we could start working together? Coordinate our efforts, I guess.

Plus, I don't even know if half the stuff that grows in there tastes good. I'm wondering if some of it might even be things people would recognize, but there's just so many different things it's impossible to tell. Anyway. Let me know if you're interested.

Oh - and I guess I'm on Sorrow's team. So take a couple minutes out of your day to think about what a waste of time being here is. All the stuff you should be doing at home, all the people you miss, all the shitty things that have happened since you came here and all the great things you're missing out on. Go tell your best friend - sorry, your best cave friend, since your best friend probably isn't here - so you can feel terrible together.

There. Job done. This is ridiculous, I'm pretty sure it's making me sadder than I'm making anyone else.

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[journalname]

I know that feeling well.

But green things can help. And we are lucky with space, as well - the caverns were growing overcrowded at home, and we could not expand further for fear of collapse.

[unknowable]

You weren't able to go aboveground?

[journalname]

No. We were trapped beneath a mountain - Mount Ebott.

[unknowable]

Are there others here from the same place as you?

[journalname]

A few, yes.

[unknowable]

Maybe they'd be willing to help out too, if you've all got experience growing food underground.

[journalname]

One of them may be helpful. She is a scientist, so she knows a good deal about magic.

[He says as if this is natural]

And I will likely bring my children at some point. We often used to spend time in the garden together.

[unknowable]

Um, okay. If scientists in your world study magic, then sure

[He's heard something similar to that before. Weird, but... okay.]

Sure, anyone's welcome to come by. You have kids here?

[journalname]

Yes,

[There is a moment where the typing stops.]

two of my own, and a friend of theirs who is staying with us. [He doesn't know how Frisk would feel about him calling them his child.]

[unknowable]

That's a lot of kids to take care of. And someplace like this, too... are you guys okay?

[journalname]

[absolutely fucking not]

We are getting along as well as can be expected, I suppose. Thank you for asking.

[unknowable]

You're welcome. This isn't really a great place for kids.

[journalname]

No. It is not.

I worry about what will happen to them if the Door takes me again.

[unknowable]

Do you have friends here? Someone you can trust to keep an eye on them?

[journalname]

One, perhaps. She is newly-arrived herself.

[Undyne would, admittedly, probably not be his first choice for substitute guardian in a perfect world. He can only imagine her history with Frisk is ill, and she does not know Chara or Asriel at all. But he trusts her - should it become necessary, or even if he should just ask her, she would do what she must. The others...he wishes he could believe better of them, but they were here, and they still left the children on their own.

They would probably still do it if he asked. But no one should have needed to ask.]

[unknowable]

That's something, at least. And I'm sure there are plenty of people here who would look out for them if it came down to that.

[Adam doesn't necessarily trust people here to take care of children, but - well, he doesn't want to write them all off, either. There are some decent ones.

He's not gonna volunteer, though. He's barely an adult himself, with terrible parenting role models.]