1 - voice;
[Some people handle unexpectedly waking up into a new world naked and wet and promptly being told their memories are fake with dignity, class, and admirable composure. Others... Well, others resort to yelling. Half into the CommLink, half to no one in particular. Terra struggles to keep the volume of his voice up, but the anger's already starting to fade out of his words by the time he thinks to turn the CommLink on.
He's kind of exhausted. Trying to head into the wastelands after wandering the city for days will do that to you. Especially after making a hasty retreat back to the city in the middle of the night.
He tends to learn his lessons the hard way.]
This is crazy. This is absolutely... insane. I shouldn't be here. You've got it all wrong! I'm not some... Awakened! I don't belong here and I can't stay! I need to get back to that Graveyard- now! [There's a hiss of breath.]
Whoever brought me here, you have to send me back! I'm not who... or what you think I am!
[His mind's racing. His friends, his power, please proceed to decontamination, Xehanort, welcome to Boston, Xehanort, mutant, Xehanort. They're not fake. They can't be fake.]
How could this have happened? Was this your doing, Xehanort? Did you take my power from me somehow? If you're here, I will find you again! It's only a matter of time! You won't be able to hide yourself for long here!
[His outburst ends abruptly at that. He goes on with a tired sigh.]
... Wherever here is. Boston, that voice said. Some world called Boston Massachusetts. I've never even heard of it before and...
No. No, I have to get back. I have to. Aqua... Ven... I won't let him hurt you. Please... hold on.
[At first it might seem like that's the end of the message, but after a minute or two of silence, he speaks up again. This time at a mutter.]
It's really awful out there. I thought it would be... like the badlands in the Graveyard.
He's kind of exhausted. Trying to head into the wastelands after wandering the city for days will do that to you. Especially after making a hasty retreat back to the city in the middle of the night.
He tends to learn his lessons the hard way.]
This is crazy. This is absolutely... insane. I shouldn't be here. You've got it all wrong! I'm not some... Awakened! I don't belong here and I can't stay! I need to get back to that Graveyard- now! [There's a hiss of breath.]
Whoever brought me here, you have to send me back! I'm not who... or what you think I am!
[His mind's racing. His friends, his power, please proceed to decontamination, Xehanort, welcome to Boston, Xehanort, mutant, Xehanort. They're not fake. They can't be fake.]
How could this have happened? Was this your doing, Xehanort? Did you take my power from me somehow? If you're here, I will find you again! It's only a matter of time! You won't be able to hide yourself for long here!
[His outburst ends abruptly at that. He goes on with a tired sigh.]
... Wherever here is. Boston, that voice said. Some world called Boston Massachusetts. I've never even heard of it before and...
No. No, I have to get back. I have to. Aqua... Ven... I won't let him hurt you. Please... hold on.
[At first it might seem like that's the end of the message, but after a minute or two of silence, he speaks up again. This time at a mutter.]
It's really awful out there. I thought it would be... like the badlands in the Graveyard.