Voice Post

[beyondback_up]

-Recording. There is a soft scuffling, the lightest hints of someone behind the terminal. A breathy noise, maybe a laugh or exhale, and footsteps coming closer-

So.. so - could it?

-The breathy sound is more discernible as a laugh, though barely.-Midway upon the journey of our life

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[aphonically]

Poem?

[beyondback_up]

The Inferno. Perhaps the world would prefer Milton?

Did you like the poem dear heart?

[aphonically]

Nill likes any poem.

She has heard of Dante's Inferno. She does not know it, but has heard of it.

He can tell Nill more poems if he would like.

[beyondback_up]

Nill, Nill, what a lovely name. Monosyllabic.

A poem? For you dear heart, if you wish.

As thou from year to year hath sung too late
For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

Milton.

[aphonically]

Only one syllable. Yes. Doesn't matter, really, because Nill cannot say it anyways.

... does he know Hamlet?

Hamlet is not a poem, but it is something Nill has actually read a part of. She found a copy of te play in the church she lived at!

[beyondback_up]

Something rotten in the state of Denmark~

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;

Nill will not say her name out loud?

[aphonically]

Not will not. Cannot.

Nill cannot speak. Ever.

[beyondback_up]

How sad. Have you lost your tongue Nill?

[aphonically]

No. Nill has her tongue. But she can't even make a sound.