eighteenth | voice
[The feed opens with coughing. Cavil swallows the air in long, shuddering gasps between his coughs, wet with mucous and saliva. The tapping, thumping sounds on the speakers may be his hands fumbling with the communicator, though it's difficult to say.
Choke. Wheeze. Tap tap tap.
Choke.
Wheeze.
Tap. The feed snaps off. Silence. Then, several seconds later, it shuts on again. It's hard to say how much time has really passed. Cavil's voice is sore. A rough rumble.]
In bringing me back, I regret to say you've made your final mistake.
That will be all.
Choke. Wheeze. Tap tap tap.
Choke.
Wheeze.
Tap. The feed snaps off. Silence. Then, several seconds later, it shuts on again. It's hard to say how much time has really passed. Cavil's voice is sore. A rough rumble.]
In bringing me back, I regret to say you've made your final mistake.
That will be all.