Snowblind Inbox

[warriorscribe]

[Such a wondrous device. Are there little invisible couriers for these messages?]

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[warriorscribe]

[And then he feels a little guilty for not immediately checking his messages. He isn't quite cured of his near-breakdown state, but with Quark in danger, he doesn't have the luxury of trying to get himself out of it. So his reply is a little choppy, a little abrupt, shaken and hoarse.]

I don't. I'm sorry, I don't know anything. I'll send a message, too.

[What good will that do? He'd declined sending Clayton one when he went missing, but he was of a much more stable, if depressed, mind then. He is not now.]

[despiteeverything]

[Yeah Frisk doesn't need to be any sort of expert to hear that Enoch is not in the best of states. Which... made him a good match to the rest of them truthfully, but it made Frisk worry a bit. And made them want to reassure him.]

I think he might be okay. Um... he made a post the night he went missing and he was inside, so um. So long as he stayed there he should be okay. I just... don't know where.

[Just... hopefully Enoch doesn't look too close at those posts.]

[warriorscribe]

I'll... [He audibly swallows tears. He should have never agreed to let them go off on their own, part of him says, ignoring the fact they were no longer unsupervised.] I suppose there's nothing to do but wait for a response. Unless...was there anyone else in that building that you know of?