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... )

[The post starts out with a loud clatter as the communicator hits the floor - this frequency tends to have a lot of these, doesn't it? But this time it's not followed up by more sounds of destruction...not yet, anyway. After a long minute of silence she finally speaks, just a tense whisper.]

Of course. I knew it, of course. I always knew. This was ( Read more... )