VOIDSY: Wretch…
VOIDSY: You aren’t fucked up.
VOIDSY: Spit is a piece of shit.
VOIDSY: You’re not.
VOIDSY: You’re patient, and friendly, and nice.
VOIDSY: You put up with our mindless jittering and we fucked up, we didn’t listen to you even when you opened up as much as you did.
VOIDSY: We are genuinely attracted to you, we enjoy your company, and your friendship is important to us.
VOIDSY: We don’t regret being friends with you, and we wanted to be your buds even before we knew there was a game.
VOIDSY: We will never be friends with Spit, ever.
VOIDSY: All of this shit she’s done, she’s going to pay for it.
VOIDSY: But especially for what she’s done to you.
VOIDSY: We will put everything on the line to keep it from happening again.
WRETCH: i dont know if anyone can kill her
WRETCH: i know i cant
WRETCH: even if i really want to
WRETCH: even if she deserves it
WRETCH: shes chokin me and theres nothin i can do and i cant even tell people without riskin everybody dying
WRETCH: idk how you can like me when i got this much fuckin baggage and her hands round my neck
WRETCH: no one else would