Last Voyages // Entry 005. Audio. Filtered.
The following is filtered to John Connor:
"My husband is here." Her voice wavers; the cracks in Bellatrix's emotional dam are beginning to show. (Even without the visual.) But what will start to trickle, and eventually pour out from those cracks is unpredictable. It could be fury, or immense sorrow. The only thing that is certain is that Madame Lestrange is ruffled, and she is on the war path.
"I don't care who's responsible." Though she'd like to wring their neck. Her voice remains quiet, but unsteady. There are others about that could potentially overhear her, she would rather not alert them to her distress. "But you must let me out. I must be allowed to go to him. Do you hear me?"
"My husband is here." Her voice wavers; the cracks in Bellatrix's emotional dam are beginning to show. (Even without the visual.) But what will start to trickle, and eventually pour out from those cracks is unpredictable. It could be fury, or immense sorrow. The only thing that is certain is that Madame Lestrange is ruffled, and she is on the war path.
"I don't care who's responsible." Though she'd like to wring their neck. Her voice remains quiet, but unsteady. There are others about that could potentially overhear her, she would rather not alert them to her distress. "But you must let me out. I must be allowed to go to him. Do you hear me?"