§ 036.
[this is scathach sitting on a rooftop, staring up at the full moon. the comm is next to her on the ledge of the building. her arms are wrapped around her legs, and her chin is on her knees. she looks every bit a seventeen year old girl.]
Time does indeed move quickly, and we forget. We forget things that happen, that are important. Even if we try not to. [pause.] Or should that be, we try to? Who knows?
[another pause. she seems to be thinking. gives something of a smile. her freckles are dark against her pale skin.]
One year. It doesn't seem like very long, does it?
[she reaches out to cut the recording.]
Time does indeed move quickly, and we forget. We forget things that happen, that are important. Even if we try not to. [pause.] Or should that be, we try to? Who knows?
[another pause. she seems to be thinking. gives something of a smile. her freckles are dark against her pale skin.]
One year. It doesn't seem like very long, does it?
[she reaches out to cut the recording.]