"Hey, [NONEXISTENT VARIABLE], you holding up alright?" their voice is peppy and energetic, yet has soft undertones of worry as they sit on the bench, next to the individual they talk to. "[INVALID STATEMENT], you know the answer already. I'm barely staying together, just trying to get by." [NONEXISTENT VARIABLE]'s voice is tired, weak and exhausted. Their visor, one eye missing due to damages, turns to [INVALID STATEMENT], shaking lightly. "Well," the other drone says, wrapping an arm around [NONEXISTENT VARIABLE], holding them like a parent would. "We can get through it together, because bottling it up won't help you, y'know?" [INVALID STATEMENT]'s voice is filled with concern and compassion, there for the other drone. "Do you... mind telling me what happened?" they ask, gently peering at their fellow. [NONEXISTENT VARIABLE] nods, breathing to themself before finally letting it out. "So... first the warriors got crossed off and split in twain... Robo-God, the images still haunt me. Then all forms of sound and sight get torn to shreds. I want to throw up just thinking of what happened. And then the defenceless and the resourceful... get mutilated... all in front of my eyes." their body shakes, tears slowly leaking from behind their visor. [INVALID STATEMENT] gently strokes their back, pulling them gently into a hug. "Breathe, let it out, my friend. Just breathe for me." they softly ask, gently stroking [NONEXISTENT VARIABLE]'s hair. They eventually calm down, falling asleep. [INVALID STATEMENT]'s face is adorned with a gentle smile, happy their friend is at peace, if only temporary.

Got inspired, wrote this. Both a bit of lore for something and also me sort of saying that if you need somebody to vent to, I'm always here. See you around!