001 [Voice]
[The speaker's voice is laced with a bit of annoyance, but much stronger than that is weariness. The rustling of trees' leaves being blown in the wind can be heard in the background.]
This must be a joke. Nothing but a cruel, extremely unusual joke from a being with a sadistic sense of humor. I am well acquainted with the fun of irony at this point, but it does not make this any more pleasant to deal with.
...and yet, this place is neither Cocoon nor Pulse. I've never seen such a forest on Cocoon, and my presence on Pulse would make little sense. Is this some sort of afterlife, then? The wings are enough of a hint as to that, though I hardly consider myself an angel of all things. What is it, then?
Irony really does have an attachment to me.
This must be a joke. Nothing but a cruel, extremely unusual joke from a being with a sadistic sense of humor. I am well acquainted with the fun of irony at this point, but it does not make this any more pleasant to deal with.
...and yet, this place is neither Cocoon nor Pulse. I've never seen such a forest on Cocoon, and my presence on Pulse would make little sense. Is this some sort of afterlife, then? The wings are enough of a hint as to that, though I hardly consider myself an angel of all things. What is it, then?
Irony really does have an attachment to me.