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[When the device flickers on, little more fills the screen than the tightened jaw of an impatient young man - one apparently too lost in thought for the moment to realize he’s gotten it to work.]
…Where am I? [The question has already run through his head countless times but, with so frustratingly few answers, that isn’t nearly enough.]
The Galbadian soldiers… We were surrounded. I was wounded, but… [That head shakes then; a few more buttons are abruptly pressed.]
Garden Code, article 8, line 7. [The provision returns to mind, though he can’t be pleased it’s once again necessary.] In the event returning to the assigned Garden isn't possible, report to the nearest one. [While aware it might still be too dangerous to set foot into any Garden, he knows nothing will be accomplished if he remains as lost and disoriented as he is now. If he can just get a sense of his bearings…
After another silent minute, the screen sweeps up from a chest that, by rights, should be impaled and blood soaked; from the silver pendent around his neck to an icy pair of blue-grey eyes. Confident now that the device is transmitting, he finally speaks, his message terse and tone deceptively level.]
…This is SeeD no. 41269, requesting information regarding the closest Garden.
…Where am I? [The question has already run through his head countless times but, with so frustratingly few answers, that isn’t nearly enough.]
The Galbadian soldiers… We were surrounded. I was wounded, but… [That head shakes then; a few more buttons are abruptly pressed.]
Garden Code, article 8, line 7. [The provision returns to mind, though he can’t be pleased it’s once again necessary.] In the event returning to the assigned Garden isn't possible, report to the nearest one. [While aware it might still be too dangerous to set foot into any Garden, he knows nothing will be accomplished if he remains as lost and disoriented as he is now. If he can just get a sense of his bearings…
After another silent minute, the screen sweeps up from a chest that, by rights, should be impaled and blood soaked; from the silver pendent around his neck to an icy pair of blue-grey eyes. Confident now that the device is transmitting, he finally speaks, his message terse and tone deceptively level.]
…This is SeeD no. 41269, requesting information regarding the closest Garden.