Repentant Soldier's Links
"...Their eyes. There's something wrong. I can't pinpoint what...still their pastries are good. Just...what's wrong?"
"He comes here quite often. Seems thoughtful every time I see him eat. I wonder what he's thinking? I do hope the Black Market doesn't find him..."
"A blood moon like never before. A destroyed village, many hurried over to there as fast as we could. Yet all that was left...what happened? You...your eyes, they are dead. And they cannot be saved? Are you alright? We Dropzillas will help you, we pledge our lives on this, we swear."
I'm scared....I don't know if I can trust in them..? Everything is tainted by dark shadows and I...can't believe someone could want to save me....no one did...why they would try it?....
"The protector of the creator of that awful blood moon. And yet, the girl, she is still dying. Her eyes, still blank. He's trying so hard...yet not enough. I'll approach her myself if I have to. And I know others will do the same. ...You all. ARE FLIRTING. WITH THE GIRL. STOP. UGH. It's alright, Miss, come with me, we'll go to somewhere safe- no, it's not what you think, stop! Ugh, this damn protector!"
I'm really doing my best here. Some people like that soldier are trustful----right?.....Wait-- WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO WITH MY MASTER!!! *HISSES* --I TRUSTED IN YOU!!
"Oh hello, Ribbon Cloak you call yourself? Just call me Repen, I do not have a name. I still repent for what happened long ago... In any case, I do believe we need more information on the other kingdoms. Senka is large, I was from a different kingdom, they were not kind. And if they ever rose from the ashes...I rather make sure we are prepared. Our guardians are good, but I want more. So. May I scout just in case? Surely my reports can help with finding more about Senka. ...Thank you, I- oh, a bee? Several? I wouldn't mind a small party to travel with. Unfortunately I am not too good with people...so do keep it small, alright? Do we have a deal?"
"Oh, hello. A general? I don't mind sending you off on missions. You want to scout? By all means go ahead. Keep scouting, okay? I think it'd be good. The lay of the land, Senka, we need more info. We need more of it. Our Queen would love it, surely. ...And I want you to take this bee, okay? ...Well, these bees. Would this troop suffice?"
"Sending transmission. Alright, I- ...Okay then. Hello. Robotica, is it? ...Or should I say CHROME. Thank you for giving me permission to speak. I have a reason to freak out. You. And I. WERE IN THE SAME DAMN KINGDOM AND YOU WERE SOLD. ...That ship, just traveling, colonizing, even now, just colonizing. Our pain, our suffering, we had to cling to each other for solidarity. And you. Were sold. To someplace so ghastly we thought you died. Apparently not. Why? Did you ask? To be sent? To such a place? Just because you're data? SO AM I. Don't do that. And come back. I know you're upset. ...Come on, come back. And I know how to dance. Come on, dance with me, my gears, grinding, my life, in your hands- FUCK OFF ugh anyway we'll talk. CLEARLY you will not see reason. In any case, I will enjoy this dance. Just be careful not to draw my ire. Over YOUR DEATH."
"Incoming transmission...oh, good, the coordinators are lovely. Hello, how are you? ...You're clearly wanting to speak. State your business. ...Ah, more freaking out. Already, even now, gears turning, worry- oh shut up I'm fine this is how I normally speak. I am not. DYING. ...Yeah right, you with the sa- oh. ...Not really. Hahahahahaha, no. In any case, commander, shall we talk? Already, my army, my army of robots, we can provide what you need. Do you accept? Or is it not safe? ...Very well, a different correspondence. Canceling transmission."