-For a few moments, there's simply the sound of him breathing, and metal fingers drumming over the terminal's edge as he thinks of what to say before simply choosing to be blunt. Wrath's voice is soft, tense, and just a little hoarse, as if he's been screaming or crying for awhile and only recently calmed down. -

It's not fair. And I know that ( Read more... )

-Footsteps sound in the distance, coming closer. The terminal is poked a few times, before the keys are tapped on experimentally. After a few moments of nothing but ragged breathing, the voice pics up, quiet, young-

Mommy...

Where am I? This place doesn't make sense. This isn't the Gate... This isn't what I WANTED!

-abruptly his voice raises, ( Read more... )