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]

I don't know that word. Regardless, such a crime against yourself shouldn't be rewarded with friendship.

[abravelikehero]

He's really not so bad, and he's even trying to help me get my hero title back so... I think he just has to put on an act to make himself feel better.

You might understand if you met him, he's here in Mayfield too.

[buildstherobots]

Is enslaving people how he makes friends? Because if it is, I'm not interested.

[abravelikehero]

I don't think proclaiming someone your slave and nothing more really counts as enslaving.... But I think that's what he calls friends. Slaves, rivals... things he can use as excuses for why they're around.