no. i // voice //

[seasalt_sunset]

[When the transmission goes through, there's no voice speaking into it. What can be heard, however, is the sound of waves gently lapping against a shore. It keeps on like this for several moments, rhythemic, steady, recurrent, until a soft, shaky, breathy voice speaks up. It's distinctly melancholy, bordering on what sounds a lot like the voice of

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[the_daybreak]

You're... going to have to work for it.

[seasalt_sunset]

That's what it seems like, I just...[Wait, hold on. Hold on. That voice...Could it be? She wants to ask his name, wants to come right out and ask a ton of questions if it really is him, if he really is here.]

...Do you...[Remember me? Of course not. If it wasn't already obvious by his plain words, she still knew that she left nothing at all behind, nothing to remember. Why would he be any exception? She tells herself that she's ready for this, that she's strong enough to face this. Somehow, she has the drive to keep talking.]

Do you know how I got here?

[the_daybreak]

You specifically?

Maybe, depending on the world you came from.

[seasalt_sunset]

...W-well...

You mean...everyone got here differently?

[the_daybreak]

They could have. I only know for sure how I got here, after all.

[seasalt_sunset]

[Forgive her, but now she's curious.] And...how did you get here?

[the_daybreak]

I followed that stupid moogle.

[seasalt_sunset]

[Moogle? She's only ever seen one moogle. She talks without thinking.]

You mean...the one in the coat?

[the_daybreak]

... Coat?

You mean a Black Coat?

[wat.]