[Click. Clickity click. Kafei fumbles with the communicator. Video flares to life, but it only catches a glimpse of the child’s face - purple hair, red eye, pale skin - before it begins moving as he continues fiddling with the thing. His voice, when he speaks, is that of a boy of twelve or so. But it’s remarkably even, perhaps because of how ( Read more... )

[Kafei is his usual sullen self. Nice to know some things haven't changed. His mouth is set in that typical downturn, visible for a split second before the camera shifts. Lying on the floor is a heap of green and brown fabric. To some, it may be faintly recognisable.]

I can't get rid of this.

Everytime I try, it reappears where it was before.

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