xiii. - [ VOICE }

[sandstormed]

[There's a long silence through the feed before an awful sound screams through. It sounds like nails tearing through wood, like fingers on a chalkboard. Then, a voice comes through and it's a whisper that grows to a very tight growl.]

E 'andata. La mia sabbia. Il mio gancio. Sono carne e ossa, ancora una volta.

Mai. Mai.

[It sounds like someone is moving fast. Something hard falls and crashes. Whatever is happening on the other line, it sounds a little frantic. Fabric moves and little popping noises are heard before there is a rush of hair and a "plop" of something soft.] Chi diavolo pensi mi!? Per me tornare a far questo.

Flesh and blood. [And there's that monotonous laughter again.] I don't know whether I should be grateful or spiteful. You've stripped me of everything. How amusing.

[A pause; Crocodile hums softly before snatching up something; whatever it is, it sounds like glass moving against a hard surface quickly when he grabs it.]

If this is supposed to be atonement, let's start with that mark. [There's a loud crash; it sounds like glass shattering.] If I am human, that is - [The feed cuts out.]

[ooc; Translations:
E 'andata. La mia sabbia. Il mio gancio. Sono carne e ossa, ancora una volta:: It's gone. My sand. My hook. I am flesh and bone once again.

Mai. Mai: Never. Never.

Chi diavolo pensi mi!? Per me tornare a far questo: Who the hell do you think I am!? To bring me back to that.]