Oct 12, 2011 21:44
Where are they coming from?
[There's no quips, no insults, no airy, condescending lead up. The second the video turns on, GLaDOS is practically in the camera's face, and sounding panicked.]
Wherever it is, I need to go.
I've done some things I could be judged for. I've done my bit for science. It's a job. Nothing worth remembering.
But I know that voice. I know I know that voice, I just don't know WHAT I DID TO HEAR IT.
[She pauses - she draw slightly back, regathering herself.]
... I don't know how. Can't I go? Can't someone move me?! This is ridiculous. This is insane. Because I need to talk to this woman, if it's my fault she's dead, I should very well remember THAT at the very least!
[She tries to calm, but jerks, as if hearing something. She lowers, an almost fearful movement. A faint sob, the wailing end of a scream? She looks back to the camera, very quickly turning it off in panic.]
c: xerxes break,
c: morrigan aensland,
glados