} 019 - [VIDEO] - I'm Alive...
[When the camera switches on, Amanda is seated on a cot in her Level 0 cell, back against the wall. Her clothes are covered in blood, but the Infirmary seems to have kindly washed away what had crusted on her skin and coagulated in her hair. Her neck is bandaged, as is one hand, and her expression seems too empty. There's a thin facade of self-control drawn over her despair, and when she begins to speak, it's obvious that her words have been oft-rehearsed in order to keep from betraying her emotions.]
"Detective" Mark Hoffman failed his test.
[Even with the struggle to keep her voice flat and even, the seething hatred she feels for him emerges in the way she spits that first word.]
His crime was murder. He is a cold-blooded killer who savors brutality, and can't be trusted. Once, he was John's first apprentice: a grunt worker and a pale student of John's art. I was recruited later and chosen to succeed my father in his work, and he couldn't handle that.
[This is the first time she's mentioned Hoffman to anyone else aboard, let alone the admission that he came first. The way she isn't punctuating this little announcement with cuss words is itself a sign that she's reciting something planned.]
Although clumsy and stupid, he's still dangerous. His room needs to be searched as mine was, because while he learned little from John, he can still build the occasional working device. He's insane, and seems prone to mistaking people for others whom he hates...
[Her voice breaks, just a little, and for one unguarded second the misery is visible on her face.]
You people probably don't fuckin' believe me, but you know what? I tried. If you get killed, it's your own damn fault for not listening.
[She's breaking down again, and cuts the feed before she can begin crying for the world to see.]
"Detective" Mark Hoffman failed his test.
[Even with the struggle to keep her voice flat and even, the seething hatred she feels for him emerges in the way she spits that first word.]
His crime was murder. He is a cold-blooded killer who savors brutality, and can't be trusted. Once, he was John's first apprentice: a grunt worker and a pale student of John's art. I was recruited later and chosen to succeed my father in his work, and he couldn't handle that.
[This is the first time she's mentioned Hoffman to anyone else aboard, let alone the admission that he came first. The way she isn't punctuating this little announcement with cuss words is itself a sign that she's reciting something planned.]
Although clumsy and stupid, he's still dangerous. His room needs to be searched as mine was, because while he learned little from John, he can still build the occasional working device. He's insane, and seems prone to mistaking people for others whom he hates...
[Her voice breaks, just a little, and for one unguarded second the misery is visible on her face.]
You people probably don't fuckin' believe me, but you know what? I tried. If you get killed, it's your own damn fault for not listening.
[She's breaking down again, and cuts the feed before she can begin crying for the world to see.]