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.

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I just realized how dead set in these beliefs she is. :|a Go figure. 8|a

[windows_hyliaedition]

Who is anyone to judge what is 'worth' and what is not.

If even one may be spared, then there is always worth. If a single foul tiding may be prevented, then there is always worth. [...Fi is apparently always philosophical.]

it's just so different from dist, he can't quite handle it

[buildstherobots]

You're speaking metaphorically. I'm speaking personally.