Voice
H-hey.
[Helen's voice is a little shaky, but for once, it's hard to pinpoint an exact emotion in it.]
[There's been a power easily felt for days now, like a current of electricity running through the city. No, that doesn't quite do it justice. More like a force. Not a moment has passed that Helen wasn't sharply aware of it, and she knows she's not the only one. Such things aren't even limited to Claymores anymore.]
[That power that she'd trembled before is suddenly nothingness. Helen doesn't feel it, doesn't feel Priscilla.]
Pris, what the hell...
[Helen really doesn't expect an answer any more than she would from the others that she's felt flicker out. They can't answer after they're gone, they can only be mourned.]
[She sounds exhausted when she continues. And yeah, sad.]
She can't really be gone, can she?
[Helen's voice is a little shaky, but for once, it's hard to pinpoint an exact emotion in it.]
[There's been a power easily felt for days now, like a current of electricity running through the city. No, that doesn't quite do it justice. More like a force. Not a moment has passed that Helen wasn't sharply aware of it, and she knows she's not the only one. Such things aren't even limited to Claymores anymore.]
[That power that she'd trembled before is suddenly nothingness. Helen doesn't feel it, doesn't feel Priscilla.]
Pris, what the hell...
[Helen really doesn't expect an answer any more than she would from the others that she's felt flicker out. They can't answer after they're gone, they can only be mourned.]
[She sounds exhausted when she continues. And yeah, sad.]
She can't really be gone, can she?