Emo!Warp is Emo (and very ooc but who cares.) This is set kinda... midway through, I guess? They're actually really really close to Firewire - he's listening in - but don't realise it. Seem's supposed to be checking in, but Warp (who in this fic probably won't actually be called by name, to avoid issues with copyright) gets to the radio before anyone else.
“Heya, Seemy. How’s things? Caught that blot of purge, yet?”
Pit. He sounds exhausted.
“…Lucy misses you. At least, I think she does. She’s, ah…” Beat. “She’s getting hard to make out.”
Come on, Seem. Strong. They have enough to worry about without you going wibbly on them.
Another pause, but longer. “I’ve, ah… taken an extended break from work. You know. Someone’s gotta look after Lou, right?” Another of those exhausted laughs that bordered on a sob. “Ama’s looking after all three of us, nearly. Both showing our true colours at the moment, right?” Sigh, shaky laugh. “She’s… keeping it together, and I’m a nervous wreck. Serve me right, all those years playing the idiot.”
“I guess it’s easier on all of us if we can pretend I’m on leave to look after Lou than on leave ’cus I’m falling to pieces.”
“Just come home, Seem. We’re not-” Break, static. Little cough, composure regained. “She’s too far gone. Doctors say, uh-… uh, we have to face facts, and-… and uh-… just… if we put in a new command cylinder, she might survive.” Break, muffled noises.
Please don’t cry, Day. Please-… not when I’m too far away to offer anything ‘cept meaningless words.
“We just, uh-… just… have to… well, you know. Have to take her right back to protoform, and start from the ground up. She-… she might-… recover some of her memories-…” Break, static, more muffled noises. “If, um. If we’re lucky. Later on. When she’s older.”
“Seem? Seem, are-… are you there? Please talk to me-?”
“I-I’m here, Day. I’m here.” Don’t be stupid, Seem, grabbing the radio ain’t gonna help.
“Come home, Seem. Please? We’ve already-” Choke, pause. Long pause. Awkward silence. “We’ve already lost our little girl, I don’t want to lose you too.”
More of those background murmurs.
Hey, hey, who let you near the radio? What are you doing, you silly idiot?
I j-just wanted to t-talk to Seem. -_-
Scarlet? It’s okay. Let me take over. You go get him sorted out, I’ll talk to Slipstream.
-I want him to come huh-home.
I know you do, Spark. But now isn’t a good time to discuss it with him.
New voice. Deeper, more reassuring, more stable. “…uh-…” Pull yourself together. “H-hey, Dack.”
“Day’s, ah… not doing so good, huh?”
“…no. He isn’t. I’m, ah… I’m sorry, that you had to hear that.”
“Can I speak to Celerity?”
“…Seem? Damnit I KNOW this line isn’t as bad as you’re making out.”
“Uh-… uh, yeah, I’m here.”
“Is Celerity around? I’d like to talk to her, privately.”
“I’ll, um-… I think she’s gone to, um… do… something.” Lame, Slipstream, just blow it wide open in one mouthful.
Beat. “You’ve got separated, haven’t you.”
You’re too fucking astute some days, Dack. “Um, well… yeah.
“Is that why you don’t want to come home?”
…partly. “Yeah.” I also don’t wanna see my sister turning into a vegetable. But you don’t need to know that bit.
“I can find her. We’re just separated, that’s all! She’s alive, she’s fine.
“And yet you can’t locate each other, which suggests her locator beacon is offline.”
“I-it’s this planet. Its magnetosphere does funny things to transmissions.”
“Seem, if you’re going to lie to me, please cook up something more believable?”
“I’ll find her. I promise, I can do it, I swear I can.