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[exaudio]

[...]

...I'm sorry for the actions we were forced to take. I'm not pleased with running out on you all, but we honestly didn't have a choice.

I'd appreciate it if someone could tell me what exactly happened while we were gone.

I also hope that these... gifts, I suppose, find you well.

Comments

[dontcallmegol]

Funny how you always seem to disappear when we need you most.

You can't expect gifts to make it all better. We lost a lot of lives over this. Even if you can bring them back there are still scars to go with it. You can't fix that, can you?

{He's bitter and really can't forgive you guys...ever. Sorry.}

[exaudio]

No, I can't.

[dontcallmegol]

...

So what's the machine they wanted?

[exaudio]

It's something... vital to our operations. And something that they would want to get a hold of.

[dontcallmegol]

Like, whatever it is you use to take us from our homes or send us back? {Srsly, just a wild guess here. A shot in the dark. He figures something like that must be the number one thing to your little operation. And lets face, anyone would give their life for that, especially if their friends and family could leave this place.}

[exaudio]

...You say "take us," however who comes and who goes isn't exactly under our control.

[dontcallmegol]

I find that hard to believe.

[exaudio]

That's your choice.

[dontcallmegol]

Alright, so humor me.

[exaudio]

...I can give you that. I will admit the fact that many of you come from the same worlds is uncanny.

[dontcallmegol]

So, are we chosen at random?