♠ SOME GHOSTS SINK, SOME GET CALLED TO THE LIGHT → { fourteen }
[VOICE | PUBLIC | JAPANESE]
[there's a hiss of static as she turns her comm on - this is familiar, isn't it, this is...]
Hn. My sketches are gone.
[She's already gone to visit her old room - vacant, even after her absence - unsure how to take this old feeling sinking back into her. Could she have been gone long? There's no way for her to tell - not when she's dead, back home, not when she was somewhere and then suddenly back in what seemed like a blink of an eye. And even with that quickness, she feels that it's... been a while, somehow.
The passing of time has never been normal for her, not when her lifespan has always been so short, so disorienting in its foreboding end - but this is still a nuisance, these unanswered questions. Tch. Scientists. With more than a hint of exasperation:]
They've brought me back. [a pause; what's not spoken is 'I left.'] I shouldn't be surprised.
[there's a hiss of static as she turns her comm on - this is familiar, isn't it, this is...]
Hn. My sketches are gone.
[She's already gone to visit her old room - vacant, even after her absence - unsure how to take this old feeling sinking back into her. Could she have been gone long? There's no way for her to tell - not when she's dead, back home, not when she was somewhere and then suddenly back in what seemed like a blink of an eye. And even with that quickness, she feels that it's... been a while, somehow.
The passing of time has never been normal for her, not when her lifespan has always been so short, so disorienting in its foreboding end - but this is still a nuisance, these unanswered questions. Tch. Scientists. With more than a hint of exasperation:]
They've brought me back. [a pause; what's not spoken is 'I left.'] I shouldn't be surprised.