Oct 30, 2011 01:15
[Stein's sitting on the edge of his bed, his back a little stiffer than normal, but seeming pretty normal other than that. He takes a few deep breaths and tries to relax his back into a more typical curve.]
They're lying.
[He sounds so resolute, so matter-of-fact when he says it, it's almost tempting to believe him.
And it also makes the quick switch in his demeanor all the more shocking.
He bends over, his head between his knees, clutching at his hair, his neck, his nose - mostly his nose, really, like he's terrified of leaving his nostrils uncovered.]
They're lying they're lying they're lying they're lying they're - [He's actually starting to shake and hyperventilate a little, his voice quavering along with the rest of him. Eventually the recording switches off before he can continue attempting to convince himself that they are, in fact, lying about this week's experiment.]
franken stein,
c: maka albarn,
c: jet