I'm still not entirely convinced this diary is necessary or helpful. Asgore keeps one, but all he writes is that it is a nice day. Everyday. Of course, it's not a terrible thing to appreciate each day, but it seems like a waste of paper. Truly, I think he's just scared. Everyone is. The war has only just ended, and many are missing loved ones. We are fortunate enough to still have our son, Asriel, alive and well with us. He was not meant to be a war-leader. It's just not in his bones; he's a peaceful ruler. I have considered offering to take his place, but I doubt my help would be all that, well helpful anymore. The people need hope, not facts. Reassurance, not grim realities. Asgore may be able to lead them properly once again.
I have been speaking to the young monsters in the city, as well as in the new city forming called Snowdin. Most of them are too young to truly understand what has happened. That's good, in a way. They might still be shielded from the cruelties of this world. But the older children, the ones who understand...it's terrible. On the surface, they seem to be fine. And most probably could act as if nothing were wrong, if not for their eyes. Not just the bloodshot, tear-stained ones. No, the hollow ones. The eyes that have stopped crying, or are still too in shock to begin. It breaks my heart to see children so upset. I've decided not to tell Asgore about these children. It would hurt him so much. For now, I try to comfort them and listen to their troubles. All of them have lost someone in the war. A friend, a sibling, a parent, a child...it makes me realize how lucky the Dreemur family truly was. I can't even imagine what it would be like to lose our child. We love him so dearly, we wouldn't be the same.
As of now, our future is uncertain. We're sealed underground, but the humans can still get in if they wish. What if they come to attack us again? What will we do then? We barely survived the first war, neither our bodies nor our minds can handle another one. Our population has been severely decreased. If they attack us as they did last time...we will perish. I hate to realize this grim truth, but the truth it is. We can only pray that sealing us away was enough to satisfy their anger.
Oh my, I've nearly reached the end of the page. I didn't even realize it, I just felt like I was having a conversation with an unnamed listener…
Hmm, perhaps Asgore was right. Maybe a diary will do me good.