012. [Voice.]
[The sound of crunching. Hojo's near a wall by the way the sound echoes, scraping his hand across the crumbling, flaking paint.]
A fascinating spectacle. Presumably this is an elaborate illusion? I find it unlikely that any material could undergo a forced degeneration at this kind of speed.
[He pauses at the sound of something in the distance. Then he adds in a low, soft tone:]
How bothersome.
I told them to reinforce the cages.
[He starts to stride towards the source of the sound, and the transmission ends.]
A fascinating spectacle. Presumably this is an elaborate illusion? I find it unlikely that any material could undergo a forced degeneration at this kind of speed.
[He pauses at the sound of something in the distance. Then he adds in a low, soft tone:]
How bothersome.
I told them to reinforce the cages.
[He starts to stride towards the source of the sound, and the transmission ends.]