audience: emma perkins

[cyclists]

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[foodbin]

So... You don't know how feasible any other option might be?

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Do you know why it has to be that way? That doesn't make any sense.

[cyclists]

I don't know, Emma. [He's trying not to be frustrated and ends up sounding exhausted instead.] We know it doesn't make sense and we're trying to find what's feasible. So...we're working on it. Okay?

[foodbin]

...That's not good enough. You can't just tell us that all of us might have to die, but that you're figuring it out. Is that really all you know, or is there anything you can't tell me?

[cyclists]

I don't know, alright? [This is maybe why people prefer talking to Lune because at least Lune can be more patient.] If I knew anything, don't you think I'd tell you as soon as I could?

[foodbin]

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You don't get to sit there and yell at me when you aren't the one who's risking your neck. Grow up.

[cyclists]

...and you don't get to pretend this doesn't affect us, too. [Yeah he's picking up his cat and leaving. Bye Emma.]

[foodbin]

[She's at least attempting to follow, as she says—]

Right, it affects you so much that you're just running away instead of staying and even trying to help me figure this out!

[cyclists]

[He just...pauses for a moment but he doesn't face her.]

You don't want my help. You want us to find a solution for you, and blame us when we don't get it to you fast enough even when we're just as stuck as you are.

[He looks like he's going to say something else, but he stops himself.] I get that you're scared, but I at least thought maybe you'd be a little different.

[He'll just open a gateway for himself, a small black mass looming. Without another word, he'll jump straight through it and it'll close behind him before she can see anything. Sorry Emma.]