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If you'd like to ask the Transmitter something over text, go right ahead! The Transmitter will respond to texts messages as soon as she's available. You will likely get a text back very quickly.

Your tablet device will only reach the Transmitter. There is no option to send texts to anyone else, instead it will connect to automatically to her phone.

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

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[transmittable]

sleep happens, eventually. i always find time.

[nachetanya]

That makes it sound like you can't keep a very consistent schedule though. That's unfortunate.

[transmittable]

unfortunate but doable. it seems only a fair thing to sacrifice for running this game, wouldn't you say?

[nachetanya]

I'm not sure most of the other twenty-seven would consider that enough for it to be "fair."

Do the Risen watch us as well, or do you simple report to them?

[transmittable]

we know. that's not quite what we mean. it's not like we think a little uneven sleep matches all of this.

the risen hear back from me, but they have their own monitoring times.

[nachetanya]

If they can monitor as well, does that mean that they find your insight valuable?

[transmittable]

maybe? whether they do or not, i'm the "face" of this, you see. i have to monitor.

[nachetanya]

[ She nods, shifting on her bed. ]

Is your room a large one, Misty? The one you work out of, I mean.

[transmittable]

it's a decent size.

[nachetanya]

So not small enough to bother you.

[ What with the dislike of enclosed spaces. ]

[transmittable]

not at all.

[nachetanya]

I'm curious - and feel free to ask a question in response - for your dislike of water, is that because you can't swim?

[transmittable]

is that the only reason a person can dislike water?

[nachetanya]

No, I can think of a variety of reasons. But it's a likely one, because that can include them drowning once.

[transmittable]

there are many reasons we dislike water. we don't feel like disclosing them at the moment.

[nachetanya]

Alright. Did you have any question you wanted to ask in return?

[transmittable]

what did you remember?

[nachetanya]

That I lost.

The scheme I was starting off from what I remembered when I arrived here, I mean. I was supposed to, as the Seventh Brave, lead the real six into a barrier which would trap them inside and sew distrust among them. Ideally, Dozzu and I thought we could kill two or three of them inside the barrier before I was found out and needed to flee. But it turns out I didn't even manage one.

[transmittable]

it's interesting. you need the braves dead for your plan to succeed. even though they're supposed to be the world's saviors, you're working against them, to save the world in your own way.

[nachetanya]

Yes.

If you'd be willing to tell me another story, I could clarify why.

[transmittable]

alright.

once there was a boy who wanted nothing more than to fight for his country. his father before him fought in a previous war, and he ached to make him proud. the boy didn't have to wait too long, because once again violence and hatred were brewing around the world. with threats of a global war, he enrolled in the military, so he would be ready when the war came to his shores.

his father would be proud of him, and he would finally feel fulfilled for the first time in life.

the boy never got to actually fight. he was stationed somewhere the fighting never reached, and he perished in a horrible accident.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . ]

The stories you know are so sad, and this one didn't have have a climactic ending.

Hundreds of years ago, the three fiend generals - the same three fiends who had developed the feeling of "empathy" - made a wager. They had the Saint of Words in order to seal the promise. The Saint of Words's power can kill anyone and anything who breaks a promise sealed by her words, even after that particular saint's death. And so even though that Saint of Words is long dead, the promise still applies.

The wager was that the next time the Evil God awakened, the first of them whose forces managed to kill three of Six Braves would gain total control over all of the fiends. Their position would be second only to the Evil God, and they would more or less become the new Demon King, such as the one that existed seven hundred years ago. If Tgurneu in particular wins the wager, then all is lost. But if Dozzu can win that wager, then it will be much easier to fulfill our ambitions. It would be fair to say that it would be simple, actually.

[transmittable]

you said stories from another world or ones from mine. life doesn't always have a climactic ending.

[ To say nothing of them being sad, but okay then. ]

so you sacrifice three heroes for the sake of the rest of the world. you really are the type to think more of the greater good. i must say, though, i feel sorry for the six braves you deceived.

[nachetanya]

I do as well, for some of them. Maura was an excellent teacher, and even though he's a fool, Adlet is an amusing man. Goldov has actually been my childhood friend for years now.

He didn't accept my reasoning when I tried to explain it to them though. None of them did.

[transmittable]

we wouldn't expect otherwise. people don't like their expectations and trust to be turned on its head.

is it hard? getting close to them knowing what you've set out to do.