"Everyone loves to tell me just how wrong I was. They point out every little thing that I did that was immoral. They do this as if I do not have the capacity to understand it was morally wrong."
"But I find it so funny that not a single person has told me what exactly I should have done differently. Not in a way that wasn't debunked by facts of the situation. So I suggest a little game. It'll be like a play~! I'll give you ALL the details you need to know, and you get to be me and choose exactly what to do."
"Picture it—" He says, holding his servos up dramatically, as if to portray a camera. "— The setting is Delphi, on Messatine. Right near DJD territory. The building lacks proper recourses, and all you have is yourself and two other medics as help. The DJD shows up at your doorstep and is demanding you hand over one of those medics who's on their list." He seems to grow more heated and upset the further he goes.
"Your communications are cut down. You can't contact a soul. There's no one here to help you. That's your situation. The DJD is heavily monitoring the clinic, and its a frozen wasteland with no where to run, no where to hide, no evacuation plan— and certainly not for the terminally ill. They come once every few weeks demanding more and more T-Cogs in exchange for that medic's life to temporarily be spared. No one's here to help you. That's your situation. Any attempts to fight back or get away leads to you being beaten senselessly. No one's here to help you. That's your situation. You're running out of time. You're running out of T-Cogs. You have to go further. The entire clinic is depending on your decisions. If you don't do what you have to, the DJD will gladly give them a fate worse than death." He grows louder with each sentence.
"THERE'S NO ONE COMING TO HELP YOU. THAT'S YOUR SITUATION. NOW TELL ME— WHAT IS YOUR SOLUTION?"
