[there's a pause. the static sound increases, but fortunately the power of the electricity does not.]

I... [she shifts, worries her hands like she's actually doing something productive instead of flopping around like a ruby on sapphire ice.] ...I usually know exactly what I want to say and about what.

[she shakes her head.]

It just feels like that's what I need to say. So much has changed and happened in such a short amount of time. Pink is-- [gone, forever, they can't get her back. she's gone and it's yellow's fault. she shakes her head again, trying to dispell the thoughts. they're not useful to this situation.] --not... not you. And it took far too long for us to accept that. Things got... out of hand.

[because of the hand ships? ha haaaaaaa badum]