Shut up. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of listening to all of you. Crying and throwing tantrums like children. Why do you care if this place is destroyed? What does it matter? It's worthless. This world was already dead. So why?

[Despite the vitriol, her voice is oddly...flat. Dead. Though there's an ever-so-slightly frantic, desperate edge to the ( Read more... )

( cut for off-network dramu )

[The shock doesn't even get a reaction out of her this time. There's silence as she checks something on the network, then a clatter as she just drops the device on the floor. She mutters to herself, obviously not caring if it's on or not.]

Almost a week now. It seems that the irritating little bird has flown home ( Read more... )