ii. - [ VOICE ]
[It sounds like really harsh wind is beating at the feed - the distortion is absolutely awful. But there is something else there, like the scattering of very small pieces of rock.]
Hn. [The wind cuts abruptly and the sharp clicking of heels beats through the line.] War is the same no matter what you are - [The man's voice is soft, mocking and sultry. There's a sharp scrape and a dull hum; Crocodile sounds mildly interested, but only that.]
I am sorry, you know. About that face of yours. [Apology? Not really. A dull, monotonous chuckle pounds against his throat and the clapping of heels ends the feed.]
Hn. [The wind cuts abruptly and the sharp clicking of heels beats through the line.] War is the same no matter what you are - [The man's voice is soft, mocking and sultry. There's a sharp scrape and a dull hum; Crocodile sounds mildly interested, but only that.]
I am sorry, you know. About that face of yours. [Apology? Not really. A dull, monotonous chuckle pounds against his throat and the clapping of heels ends the feed.]