VOIDSY: Isn’t Wretch a god of space? Couldn’t she lock Spit away if she became powerful enough?
Wax avoids eye contact, taking a full minute to figure out what to say.
WAX: Wretch…can’t gain power.
WAX: she’s unable to grow any stronger, or even fully control her existing powers.
WAX: it’s unlikely she’ll ever be able to ascend to a high god, if not impossible.
WAX: I’m sorry.
VOIDSY: We’re sorry too, for dredging up bad memories. Our curiosity went a little too far, and we didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject.
WAX: it’s…fine. I’ll be fine.
VOIDSY: What happened is unfair, it’s bullshit, and we want to help you figure out some kind of solution.
VOIDSY: But right now, we have to hope the game is enough.
VOIDSY: We’ll make you proud, Wax. See you on the field.
WAX: you better.
He gives you a wave before hanging up, leaving you back to work with your TCPs.