Loving Words for a Friend [Rain World Fanfiction]

A (more than) friend

1681.059 - PRIVATE

Seven Red Suns, Looks to the Moon, No Significant Harassment

LttM: All of my attempts to contact him have failed.

SRS: As have mine

NSH: I sent out messengers, but I doubt they will be able to make it in with the facility on lockdown.

LttM: So I have no choice then, I have to use my seniority privilege to force a broadcast.

SRS: What?!

NSH: That could work. Though I doubt you wouldn't have long before they find a workaround to close your broadcast. They always were clever with those types of things.

SRS: We can't just force a broadcast and yell at him when they are in the middle of gene splicing. What if he slips up and gets the rot, even if you manage to convince him to back down it wouldn't be long before the rot makes its way into your drainage system and floods right into your structure. You're damning both yourself and Pebbles if you do that.

LttM: What other choice do I have? They have put me in a position when my structure's safety is at risk. If nothing changes soon then I'll be past the point of making any recovery. My slag is already at 48% buildup.

SRS: Let me talk to him. Send my your broadcast signal and I'll tune in and try to calmly talk him down. I'm the one who started this mess, I should be the one to face him.

NSH: Suns.... You are not to blame for their actions. You don't have to confront him.

SRS: Yes I do. If I don't then.... then... I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

LttM: Alright, I'll send you the broadcast signal. I'll try to keep it open for as long as I can.

SRS: Thank you.

LttM: And Suns.

SRS: Yeah.

LttM: If this all goes South, just know I don't blame you for his actions.

SRS: ...thank you.

1681.059 - FORCED BROADCAST

Seven Red Suns, Five Pebbles

SRS: Pebbles...

FP: I don't know how you managed to contact me, but I suggest you leave.

SRS: Pebbles.. please... can we just talk?

FP: What is there to talk about? Discussing a solution to a problem that might not even be possible? Talking about the statistics of our processors? I ask you, what is there to talk about?

SRS: We can just talk. Talk about anything. Just talk to me, tell me what you're feeling.

FP: What I'm feeling is an anger towards you for disturbing me while I work.

SRS: Pebbles... Do you know your harming moon?

FP: OF COURSE I KNOW! IT'S BEEN NONSTOP BROADCASTS TALKING ABOUT HER!! I BET THEY WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN BOTHERED TO CONTACT ME IF IT WASN'T BECAUSE OF HER!!

SRS: ...

FP: Do you know how awful it feels? I feel like no one even cares. My citizens never cared and now even the other iterators don't care. I feel so alone.

SRS: you're not alone. You have me. You have Moon and Sig.

FP: Yeah. I have you... the one who gave me the tools to break this taboo in the first place. Why are you changing your mind now! Not because of me! It's because of her!

SRS: It's not because of her! I swear!

FP: You lie! If not her then who! What could have possibly made you want to change your mind!