≈ Fifteen [audio-english-commentlog?]
[It may please a certain stalkerbot to know that Roll has, finally, left her room. In fact she's on deck thirteen at the moment, sitting outside the temple with some flowers making flower chains. Doing a bang up job of it considering her hands are bandaged up, still not completely healed up from her arcade foray or the fit she threw after certain things.
That and it's a distraction, and it's better than stalking the ShipNet and possibly getting more upset. Although it's a bit late for that since she heard Marco and Jinx's conversation.]
[Anyone with really good hearing will hear the first thing she says before she notices that she had turned the audio on.]
I wonder if this is how Dad felt all those times Wily lied...
Ah... [A long pause.]
... Why is it that humans seem to hurt others all the time?
[A quick and hasty 80% unhackable lock to Castiel]
Mister Castiel... um, are you alright?
That and it's a distraction, and it's better than stalking the ShipNet and possibly getting more upset. Although it's a bit late for that since she heard Marco and Jinx's conversation.]
[Anyone with really good hearing will hear the first thing she says before she notices that she had turned the audio on.]
I wonder if this is how Dad felt all those times Wily lied...
Ah... [A long pause.]
... Why is it that humans seem to hurt others all the time?
[A quick and hasty 80% unhackable lock to Castiel]
Mister Castiel... um, are you alright?