[ 三十五] [video]
[little feet are pacing across the screen. Their owner appears unaware of the communicator's existence.
She mutters, angry, crazed.]
Can't get it out. Have to get it out. Using too much energy, the mind can only hold so many things until it begins to dump the rest. Freedom is chaos. Take it back.
[River sits slowly on an old cot. It's dark, and the communicator is tilted on the ground; hard to see anything except her dirty legs and unwashed hair. She's reaching for something. It gives a sudden glint.
Scalpel.]
Have to TAKE IT OUT.
[the blade is moving. Arcing towards the skin.]
exploratory.
[Her muttering ceases, and the scalpel sinks into her forearm.
Blood.]
She mutters, angry, crazed.]
Can't get it out. Have to get it out. Using too much energy, the mind can only hold so many things until it begins to dump the rest. Freedom is chaos. Take it back.
[River sits slowly on an old cot. It's dark, and the communicator is tilted on the ground; hard to see anything except her dirty legs and unwashed hair. She's reaching for something. It gives a sudden glint.
Scalpel.]
Have to TAKE IT OUT.
[the blade is moving. Arcing towards the skin.]
exploratory.
[Her muttering ceases, and the scalpel sinks into her forearm.
Blood.]