21 [voice, warning: suicidal themes]
[The post starts quietly, nothing audible for a few moments but the faint sound of someone breathing. When Jin finally speaks, his voice is soft, nothing like his usual whine. And though it's fairly calm, there's a very dangerous edge lurking beneath. He really doesn't sound quite all there.]
Moros... He was right. He was always right. I should have let him do it a long time ago. Before I got stuck here. And now he's gone. ...Isn't he?
[The agitation slowly builds in his voice, tinged with faint hysteria. Jin has never sounded like this. At least, not for a long, long time, longer than maybe even he can remember. His voice is desperate, and not with the usual underlying determination, the arrogance. Instead, it just seems hollow. There's a considerable pause, almost long enough that one might think he'd forgotten about the communicator. Suddenly, a little choked, anguished noise escapes him, voice now practically shaking, dripping with frustration, anger, despair.]
I can't take this! I want to die. I... deserve to die. It's not fair...!
[He cuts off, even as the emotion in his voice reaches a crescendo. There's another long pause -- and when he speaks, his voice is calm once again, backed with a newly resolute feeling.]
...You agree, don't you?
[Silence, and then a quiet gasp, perhaps of surprise or pain -- but it's quickly cut off as the feed ends.]
Moros... He was right. He was always right. I should have let him do it a long time ago. Before I got stuck here. And now he's gone. ...Isn't he?
[The agitation slowly builds in his voice, tinged with faint hysteria. Jin has never sounded like this. At least, not for a long, long time, longer than maybe even he can remember. His voice is desperate, and not with the usual underlying determination, the arrogance. Instead, it just seems hollow. There's a considerable pause, almost long enough that one might think he'd forgotten about the communicator. Suddenly, a little choked, anguished noise escapes him, voice now practically shaking, dripping with frustration, anger, despair.]
I can't take this! I want to die. I... deserve to die. It's not fair...!
[He cuts off, even as the emotion in his voice reaches a crescendo. There's another long pause -- and when he speaks, his voice is calm once again, backed with a newly resolute feeling.]
...You agree, don't you?
[Silence, and then a quiet gasp, perhaps of surprise or pain -- but it's quickly cut off as the feed ends.]