[Audio, English, with plenty of sounds that don't need translation]
[And, of course, made with Grace-mun's permission. WHEE.]
Hey. I just want to know--Killer, I know you know--who took out Grace's chip.
Or how to put it back in. Since--
I don't know what she said, but she can't--not that it's her fault. It's not. I was the one who was supposed to--...Never mind.
[pause; and then the sound of a body shifting]
Huh--sis? Grace, are you awake? How do you fe--?
[There's footsteps as she walks away, mumbling nonsense sounds, and continues despite Johnny's calls, which are becoming more and more panicked.]
Grace? ...Grace. Grace!
[He follows her, leaving the communicator behind.]
H-hey--dammit, please-- [followed quickly by him hissing in pain] Jesus Christ--!
[There's a soft whimper from the girl, and the sound of something metal hitting the floor.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry--I just needed you to drop it, okay? [Johnny's trying to sound calm, relaxing; anyone observant can probably tell he's upset and scared. There's a forced, awkward laugh.] That was a fast one, you know? You're good. Bet you could--
[He's cut off with a racket that sounds like she's trying to tackle him. There's a short but violent struggle that ends with a body being pinned to the ground.]
...Hey, sis. Look at me? Please. It's Johnny. Okay? You know me. I know you're upset, you're probably--confused--but...
...
...Grace...
I told you not to get it out. Why did you...?
[There's only silence. Finally, the communicator times out.]
Hey. I just want to know--Killer, I know you know--who took out Grace's chip.
Or how to put it back in. Since--
I don't know what she said, but she can't--not that it's her fault. It's not. I was the one who was supposed to--...Never mind.
[pause; and then the sound of a body shifting]
Huh--sis? Grace, are you awake? How do you fe--?
[There's footsteps as she walks away, mumbling nonsense sounds, and continues despite Johnny's calls, which are becoming more and more panicked.]
Grace? ...Grace. Grace!
[He follows her, leaving the communicator behind.]
H-hey--dammit, please-- [followed quickly by him hissing in pain] Jesus Christ--!
[There's a soft whimper from the girl, and the sound of something metal hitting the floor.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry--I just needed you to drop it, okay? [Johnny's trying to sound calm, relaxing; anyone observant can probably tell he's upset and scared. There's a forced, awkward laugh.] That was a fast one, you know? You're good. Bet you could--
[He's cut off with a racket that sounds like she's trying to tackle him. There's a short but violent struggle that ends with a body being pinned to the ground.]
...Hey, sis. Look at me? Please. It's Johnny. Okay? You know me. I know you're upset, you're probably--confused--but...
...
...Grace...
I told you not to get it out. Why did you...?
[There's only silence. Finally, the communicator times out.]