CH: sorry, i had to step away
CH: i see
TR: See what.
CH: i mean just like in general
CH: sorry this is hard. i havent slept
TR: That's not surprising.
CH: you know, if all of this is what i think it is, its been bothering me for almost 20 years now
CH: and i really dont know what to do with any of this
CH: wait sorry how old are you again?
TR: 16. Probably.
CH: goddamnit
CH: you really dont need to hear all this what the hell am i even saying
CH: or maybe you can handle it you said you exploded a moon
CH: god
TR: I've been watching people die my whole life.
CH: jesus christ where do you live?
CH: maybe dont answer that
TR: A prison town.
TR: Baroness bombed it.
CH: can i ask who this baroness is? you guys keep mentioning her
TR: Ruled the empire. Fucking horrible. Apparently she was fucking possessed. Heals shit. Hurt everyone.
TR: She controlled the prison. Sent people there. Other shit too.
CH: i should probably start keeping notes huh
CH: is that normal there? bombings and all that? or prison towns
TR: No.
CH: right i see
CH: im sorry
CH: that all that happened i mean
TR: I'm fine.
TR: Don't even have any bite scars.
CH: bite scars
TR: Some of them want to eat you.
CH: what?
CH: some of what?
TR: The prisoners.
CH: the prisoners wanted to eat you?
TR: Not just fucking me. There was a whole fucking cannibal cult. They didn't fucking get me. That's all I'm fucking saying.
CH: jesus fucking christ
TR: People keep saying that.
CH: do you not know what that means?
TR: I know fuck.
CH: do you not know who jesus christ is?
TR: I don't know fuck about shit. I grew up alone in a prison. If you ever feel like you want to ask me if I know what something is. Save yourself the fucking trouble. I probably fucking don't.
TR: Unless it's about a weapon.
TR: I know guns. And machines.
CH: sorry i probably shouldnt be asking you all these things
CH: prison town and all
CH: is there anyone that you think might know? things like these?
CH: that i could talk to
TR: Half of them would try to trick you because they're assholes, others don't know what the fuck is going on, and Quin is too fucking stupid to be alive.
TR: I don't know. Milo. Maybe someone from the other group. The tall girl is probably smart.
TR: But.
TR: I can try.
CH: tall girl?
CH: sorry i dont know any of you
TR: I barely know half of them.
TR: Double Ls. and Ms.
CH: oh the one that said she isnt human
CH: oh by the way
CH: aliens are a thing?
TR: She's not.
TR: Yes.
TR: You're the one who asked about the moon people.
CH: ah right i did do that
CH: i guess i got used to seeing them in dreams
TR: Trolls look more human than those. They're just gray. And have horns. And ears. And blood.
CH: so humanoid aliens?
TR: Yes.
CH: i see
TR: I'm starting to get why you're a fucking seer.
CH: what does that even mean? im not a seer
TR: Yes you are.
TR: Game gave us all fucking outfits. You're a seer.
CH: you have to remember im not the same guy
CH: for all we know ive never played this game youre talking about
TR: Okay asshole.
TR: Either you remember it because you did it or you're getting fucking visions. That's seer shit. It's fucking visions.
CH: i might be going straight up insane none of this is fucking real
TR: Don't tell me I'm not fucking real.
TR: Don't fucking say that.
CH: im sorry
CH: well if i am talking to you you are real
CH: see its just
CH: i dont know. this doesnt make sense
TR: Sense. No, it doesn't make any fucking sense.
CH: im sorry if im freaking you out more than you probably already are freaked out
TR: You show up and you're thirty six fucking years old. You say your name is Cole Fucking Neuerr and you act like the one I know just enough to fucking freak everyone the hell out. You survived. No one fucking knows how. No one fucking knows jack shit.
CH: am i not supposed to be alive?
TR: Shut the fuck up. I'm talking.
CH: im sorry, keep going
TR: I was alone. I lived every fucking day knowing I wasn't going to survive to twenty and I'd be goddamn fucking lucky to make it to fifteen. People talked to me in my phone one day. It wasn't even that fucking long ago. Didn't tell them. Told him.
TR: You're here. Which means if it all lines up, I lose him. And I can't fucking stop it because it already happened. I didn't fucking have anyone. I don't. Can't. Fucking. I'm not good. I can't talk to people. I can't. You don't fucking remember me. I can't stop it.
TR: Now I'm fucking here just saying complete bullshit. I fucking hate this. I hate it.
CH: we dont even know if it will line up like you say it will
CH: this might be different
CH: i talked to him a bit, your cole, he said the alien invasion thing happened more than roughly a hundred years ago, right?
CH: if hes right, it means it shouldve already happened for me, which it didnt
TR: Then why. Do you fucking remember.
TR: You don't know anything either.
CH: i dont know
CH: i really dont. i wish i did
TR: Please don't leave.
CH: i wont
CH: dont think i could even if i wanted to
TR: I don't know what that fucking means.
TR: What do you even do. Think. What are you doing. Why.
CH: are you asking me what am i doing right now?
CH: sitting at the kitchen table. im not doing much of anything currently
TR: Of course you have a fucking kitchen.
CH: is that weird that i have a kitchen?
CH: is having kitchens not a normal thing there?
TR: No.
CH: i probably shouldve gathered that when asking you this
TR: I bet you have a house too.
CH: well i do
TR: Fuck.