>It's great to meet you five.
NINO: It's great to meet you, five.
NINO: So are you lost here, like me?
FIVE: ...lost...
FIVE: ...five thinks... yes.
NINO: Do you know where your home is?
FIVE: home...
FIVE: ... home....
FIVE: ...home?
She's quite young, and appears to have trouble communicating her thoughts and understanding you.
She seems like she's faced a lot of hardships. Well, even if she might not fully understand, you will try your best to explain the meaning.
Perhaps a drawing could help.
NINO: Hey, don't worry if you don't understand!
NINO: Here, I'll show you.
NINO: A home is where you live!
NINO: Well okay, my drawing looks crappy but ignore that.
NINO: So, do you know where your home is?
NINO: Or like, where you are supposed to return?
FIVE: oh!
FIVE: five... knows!
FIVE: five... remembers!
FIVE: when unit is lost...
FIVE: unit... go back... to lab!
NINO: ...Lab?
FIVE: yes!
FIVE: lab... is home!
Five draws you a sketchy picture of... something? Someone?
Though it is very adorable, it just raises more and more questions.
You have so many questions, but you don't want to ask too much. You don't want to overwhelm her, especially not after all of what happened before.
On the bright side, though, she's slowly seeming more energetic and less scared than before. You hope she's warming up to you well.
NINO: So who's this person.. Um, your friend?
FIVE: Friend!
FIVE: this is... Friend!
FIVE: ...Friend take care... of five!
FIVE: Friend also is... guard!
FIVE: Friend... guard of Prince!
NINO: Wait, whoa, you mean he's a royal guard?
FIVE: Yes! Friend is... amazing!
FIVE: ...But Prince... make Friend...banish... five...
NINO: Oh.
FIVE: Prince... is bad...
FIVE: Prince... is... bad...
FIVE: five... is... a failure...
FIVE: five...transform... to be useful...
FIVE: five... doesn't want...
FIVE: ...transformation...
NINO: That's nonsense! You're not a failure!
NINO: And hey, listen, you're safe now!
NINO: You won't transform! I promise!
FIVE: ...no...transform?
NINO: Yes! It's a promise!
NINO: Jeez, monsters are pretty cruel to punish you just for being weak.
NINO: I can help you find your friend. You want to find him, don't you?
FIVE: ...yes...
FIVE: five wants... friend...
FIVE: nino... find friend?
NINO: Sure!
NINO: Heck, we'll do it together! I'm not about to leave a friend alone.
FIVE: ...nino... is... friend?
NINO: Yeah! See, you're not alone.
NINO: You have me! You can even call me "friend" if you want!
NINO: Like how you call your other friend!
FIVE: No!
NINO: Wuh?
FIVE: nino is nino!
FIVE: Friend is Friend!
NINO: Oh... boy. Okay...
NINO: I guess I'm A friend, but not THE friend?
FIVE: yes! nino must... understand!
NINO: Well, whatever suits you I guess, five.
>Five? That's no name. Brainstorm a new one for the young lady
NINO: Hey, calling you "five" feels sorta weird.
FIVE: ...why...?
FIVE: five is five's name!
NINO: It's more like a number and less like a name.
NINO: Ok, so how about this?
NINO: Five is not a good name, don't you think so?
NINO: So instead, let's think up a new name for you!
FIVE: new... name...?
NINO: Yes! It'll be something great!
NINO: How about...
Your conversation is interrupted by sounds of rumbling coming deep from the forest.
Both you and Five are in no condition for any encounters.
You yourself haven't ate in a long time, you feel sleepy, and you're low on HEAL, to boot. Five looks somewhat tired too.
It's impressive how energetic she's starting to sound despite that, really.
You're going to have to exit the forest if you want to stay alive.
NINO: ...Maybe we'll think of a good name later, Five.
NINO: Let's get out of here first.
FIVE: ...forest...scary...
NINO: Don't worry, I'll get you to safety in no time!
NINO: Then we can find your friend.
FIVE: find...friend...?
NINO: Yeah.
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The world is filled to the brim with tears of false magical men and dead ants as I realize that my artstyle is so fucking inconsistent, like, every panel looks so radically different from the previous.
And I scream. I scream. Slowly, slowly, and ever so quietly. A million ants pore out of my fingertips and engulf my drawing tablet.
Why must art be this hard.
anyway hopes ya enjoy the update also brb im going 2 rot slowly on my bed now