SWITCHBOARD

[transmittable]

If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over the phone, go right ahead! The Transmitter will answer the phone as soon as she's available. Leaving messages is impossible, given how old these phones are, but you should be able to reach her at almost all hours.

Comments are screened for privacy; all Patients are offered confidentiality, didn't you know?

Comments

[nachetanya]

That's correct.

[ She puts a hand over her chest - over the Crest of Six Flowers there ]

I am the Seventh Brave, Dozzu's own insider to the people who are otherwise the greatest enemy of the Evil God and the fiends.

[ There's more to it, of course, but the Transmitter had said remembering was hard. The details of the wager that Dozzu made with Tgurneu and Carggik (that any one of the three fiend generals' forces managed to kill three of the braves, that general would gain utter command over all fiends) and the nature of her crest (one that was frozen in time by the Saint of Time of three hundred years ago) is probably a little more complicated, but Nachetanya answers with a pleasant tone.

... In a way, it's refreshing to not be a fake for a moment. ]

[transmittable]

That sounds much more relaxed. Must be tough, keeping the whole truth from everyone. Can't imagine how it feels. Oh, wait, I do.

[ A joke? Maybe. ]

Though circumstances are fuzzy, if I think on it, I can understand you more.

[nachetanya]

I hoped that might be the case! [ She laughs at this, actually, pulling the receiver a little bit closer to her ear. She smiles wider, actually.

... Because of course the Transmitter isn't telling anyone the whole truth. ]

Now, can you tell me a story? One about your world, perhaps? Or maybe just any other world.

[transmittable]

Hmmm... I've promised you secrecy. Can you do the same?

[nachetanya]

Now that you have asked, yes. I promise. [ She clarifies this because she knows she's brought up little things they discussed with the others before now such as the unicorns or whatever. So basically covering her ass for it not counting retroactively. ]

[transmittable]

[ The static sputters and buzzes. ]

Then, here. This isn't a nice one either.

Once there was a girl who could control time. She didn't understand how, or why, but she used it to save a friend. For awhile, she felt like a hero.

It turned out, that power was bad. Her friend just kept being put in horrible situations. Dying. The girl kept trying to save her friend, but in the end, she had to let go, or let the everything else be destroyed.

Fate's cruel that way.

[nachetanya]

... So the girl learned that time didn't want to be changed, in essence. That does sound cruel.

[transmittable]

What would you do? In that girl's position.

[nachetanya]

[ What would she do... She inhales, exhales... ]

If it were me... [ She hesitates just a moment, and then, ] Perhaps I'm too caught up in myself. You present me with that question, and I cannot help but want to ask clarifying questions about the girl, her goals, her relationship with her friend.

... But no, if it were me, I would choose to avoid the destruction of everything. There are few situations where one person's life can be worth that much.

[transmittable]

Hmm. Interesting...

[ The feedback increases. ]

A valid opinion, I guess.

[nachetanya]

Do you hold a different opinion on how to resolve it, Misty? It's alright if you don't tell me what it is.

[transmittable]

I don't think I will. But I do. Different people, different experiences, different choices.

[nachetanya]

Yes, everyone will have their own perspective.

[ . . . Mmm. ]

... On that note, what do you think about Wesker? Undying?

[transmittable]

He's an interesting man. We've had a few conversations.

I wouldn't trust being alone in a room with him.

[nachetanya]

I agree to both of those, actually.

[ She nods. ]

Honestly, I find myself agreeing more with him than with many others here. But at the heart of the matter, as you saw at the end of the trial, I believe we come from completely different perspectives.

[transmittable]

That's not surprising to find. Everyone has different faces, different sides they show the world. While you may connect on some level, a disconnect's unsurprising.

[nachetanya]

It isn't, I know, but it is frustrating.

[ she inhales, exhales... ] I think he might be the closest to me among the rest of us here to being an "enemy," like I told you before. I hope it doesn't come to that, though.

[transmittable]

What would you do if it does?

[nachetanya]

[ She sighs. ]

... That also depends on the circumstances. If his own patience gives out, then I'll have to defend myself. And if my own falters, or some other circumstance I can't foresee happens...

I'll have to be careful of him.

[transmittable]

Be careful. ...All of you should be careful. It's only going to get harder from here on out, and I assume that'll mean testing everyone's patience.

[nachetanya]

What do you make of his conclusion, that compassion is the enemy?

[transmittable]

I think...

We think it has some merit. We also think your conclusion did too. Situations change, responses change.

[nachetanya]

Yes, I--

[ ... There's a knock at the door. ]

... I'll have to speak more later. Goodnight?

[transmittable]

Goodnight. ...Sleep well.

[nachetanya]

[ That surprises her - and before she hangs up to get the door for her guest: ]

You as well.