Retrace 3 || [Voice]
[His breathing sounds a bit swallow, and his voice is breathier than usual. Yet Break maintains his usual cheerful, sing-songy tone.]
Hello Anatole! It has been quite awhile. There's been nothing to report on my end, I'm afraid!
[Something is... off. There's a vagueness to his words that isn't usually there. Perhaps part of a delirium? But perhaps not. Break is rarely straightforward, even on the best of days.]
.... Hmmmmmm.
I wonder...
When the Scorched die, where do we go? Some return, but others do not. It's a bit of a conundrum, you see~!
...
It's funny. I should have died many times before now.
...
[A slow, sad laugh.]
I don't mind where I go... just as long as it isn't back to that broken toy box.
Yes. Yes, I'm very adamant about that.
Hello Anatole! It has been quite awhile. There's been nothing to report on my end, I'm afraid!
[Something is... off. There's a vagueness to his words that isn't usually there. Perhaps part of a delirium? But perhaps not. Break is rarely straightforward, even on the best of days.]
.... Hmmmmmm.
I wonder...
When the Scorched die, where do we go? Some return, but others do not. It's a bit of a conundrum, you see~!
...
It's funny. I should have died many times before now.
...
[A slow, sad laugh.]
I don't mind where I go... just as long as it isn't back to that broken toy box.
Yes. Yes, I'm very adamant about that.