♠ THE COLD PART → { one }
[VOICE // PUBLIC // JAPANESE]
[there is a moment of silence after the initial clicking-open of the device. Small pops of static disrupt the quiet, and her usual icy and airy voice is marked with disorientation. She speaks hesitatingly into the device, an anxious curiosity creeping into her tone:]
"Use me"? How strange...Who gave me this? Whose voices were those-Takaya, Jun--
[she's quiet, suddenly, pausing to gather her surroundings]
This isn't the Dark Hour. I've never seen a place like this.
[the static booms louder than before, as she fumbles with the device, pressing a few buttons gingerly]
[VIDEO]
[her eyes are lidded with lingering fatigue, the white, bonnet-like headpiece on her head tossed askew. Her gaze, eerily neutral, shifts from the screen to take in the surrounding city once more. Her hands are holding a chained hatchet, and as she hugs it closer to her chest, a note of awe slips into her voice]
Is this...death?
[there is a moment of silence after the initial clicking-open of the device. Small pops of static disrupt the quiet, and her usual icy and airy voice is marked with disorientation. She speaks hesitatingly into the device, an anxious curiosity creeping into her tone:]
"Use me"? How strange...Who gave me this? Whose voices were those-Takaya, Jun--
[she's quiet, suddenly, pausing to gather her surroundings]
This isn't the Dark Hour. I've never seen a place like this.
[the static booms louder than before, as she fumbles with the device, pressing a few buttons gingerly]
[VIDEO]
[her eyes are lidded with lingering fatigue, the white, bonnet-like headpiece on her head tossed askew. Her gaze, eerily neutral, shifts from the screen to take in the surrounding city once more. Her hands are holding a chained hatchet, and as she hugs it closer to her chest, a note of awe slips into her voice]
Is this...death?