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You. Huh? Why didn't you do anything to stop it? What are you talking about? Don't play dumb. You're smarter..."

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You.

Huh?

Why didn't you do anything to stop it?

What are you talking about?

Don't play dumb. You're smarter than that. Smarter than me, even.

Is flattery the best option right now, Cherry?

Someone blocked the signal at the radio tower.

I saw. I don't know what I could have done to stop that.

Asked them to stop?

Do you think they'd listen to me after everything?

I thought we were friends, Rhubarb.

...We are friends.

Then why-

I just don't want you hanging around everyone else right now. There's... too much going on.

What?

The blood moon. The Queen. Finch. There's too much happening at the same time.

...

They don't know what your intentions are! Hell, I don't even know what you want.

I wanted... to be friends.

...

I could have helped, you know.

With what? How? You don't even live here.

The blood moon... I know more about the moon than any of you ever could.

...?

It chose me-

You've said that before. What do you mean it 'chose you'?

...You'd know if you followed it.

Followed...?

The moon. It saved my people, and they worship it to this day.

Do not fucking touch me. You make absolutely no sense.

The point is... If you had let me talk with everyone more, maybe I could have given you some pointers!

...

But now the signal's closed, so I'll never be able to tell anyone~!

Shut up.

...

You gave up on being friendly pretty quick, huh?

...Well, why would I want to be friendly to someone who just tells me to shut up?

You act like I haven't let you get away with heinous shit. I built that damn radio tower for you.

Heinous...?

All of these conversations get saved as logs, you know that, right? Haven't you read through them?

...I have.

Don't you remember tearing my fucking soul out?

You let me!

After you kept pressing the topic! You held me down when I was trying to get away from you!

I'd do it again.

What?

Your soul is just... so beautiful to me. If you'd let me, I'd take it out just to see it whenever I wanted.

Cherry.

...

Stop looking at me like that.

Get away from me-

''A sickening sort of wet noise can be heard.''

Cherry-

If this is a dream world, who can stop me from dreaming this?

You're- You're fucking crazy. Let go of me.

I can feel it... I've got your soul in my hand, Rhubarb. Again.

...

If you try and run, maybe I'll just take it out. How's that sound?

...

Now... I think you should fix the radio tower. Will you?

...

Rhubarb.

Rhubarb...? What's wrong?

What are you-

''That sickening wet sound can be heard again.''

...!

Two can play at this game, you know.

...

Did you think I'd listen to you after you pulled this stunt?

Let go of me and I'll let go of you.

...

...

There.

That's better.

 

...Are we... really friends, Rhubarb?

After that? No.

Right.

...I'll give you another chance if you help me with something, maybe.

...

I did build that tower for you, after all. And I let you tear my soul out.

...

It's the least you can do.

What do you need?

How much do you know about souls?

...I know what they're supposed to look like. Blue, flaming, about the size of two hands?

There's... different types of souls, ones that can respawn and ones that can't.

How can you tell the difference?

I don't know, really. I just... assume people can't respawn until they die and come back. Most people can't.

Interesting.

Why do you need to know this...?

...I don't want to tell you about it.

Fine.
 

... Have you ever noticed the sky in here?

...No?

Look at it. It's split perfectly down the middle... Half day, half night.

Huh. That's...

I think it's pretty.

...Yeah, I do too.

...

...

Are we really still friends?

Yes. Stop asking before I change my mind.
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