with fingers crossed they'll talk to me

[buildstherobots]

[phone]

[This... this is a drunk dial. It's obvious from Dist's tone, the way he's slurring... hell, even the subject matter. He's been brooding a lot lately, mostly due to being brainwashed. Twice. To have your mind forcibly taken... it's not an easy thing to recover from.]

We're all... here, we're all surrounded by people. Prisoners, like ourselves. But who among us... who doesn't feel lonely? Disconnected from all those around you... I fear that's their goal. Isolation, even in the face of a crowd.

[Dist takes a deep breath, possibly taking another swig from his drink.]

We're overdue for a town attack. Divide and conquer. Without unity... I don't know what we'll do in the face of whatever they throw at us.

Comments

[buildstherobots]

What if there's not a right person?

[Dist is, at this point, just being a bit contrary, though he's only barely aware of it.]

[chibi_emperor]

[ Kids these days...

He sigh. ] There is. And I don't believe in that crap that there's just one for a person. There's more than that, with how many living creatures there's in the world.

[buildstherobots]

I don't think so. And I wouldn't even know how to do it anyway, so it doesn't matter.

[Pout pout. Dist, you're impossible.]

[chibi_emperor]

You really are a child. I see I gave you too much credit when it comes to maturity.

[ He used to see Dist as a kid, but not as a child. There's a big difference, in his opinion. ]

How to do what? Get close to people?