[voice]
[If someone's looking to hear more than just a voice, they can catch the sounds of a piece of paper being worried over. Folded, unfolded, half-crumpled and smoothed, repeated like clockwork. And maybe, just maybe, the occasional quiet curse. It continues for a minute. When Usopp finally speaks, he sounds conflicted and strained.]
These letters. A lot of them have been appearing all of a sudden. I don't know that we can trust the people running this. They don't seem like they'd just let us leave this place, no questions asked. They don't seem...good.
But...I want to go home, too. I wouldn't mind if I had to forget this. [A brief pause in order to steady his voice again. And he's only been here a few days: he can't imagine what it must have been like for anyone else. Which reminds him:]
Luffy, Nami, Zoro- you've been here longer than Chopper, Brook and I have. A lot of people have been here longer. You know what to do about this, right?
[Another pause, and now he sounds a bit desperate for an answer.] So tell me what we're doing?
These letters. A lot of them have been appearing all of a sudden. I don't know that we can trust the people running this. They don't seem like they'd just let us leave this place, no questions asked. They don't seem...good.
But...I want to go home, too. I wouldn't mind if I had to forget this. [A brief pause in order to steady his voice again. And he's only been here a few days: he can't imagine what it must have been like for anyone else. Which reminds him:]
Luffy, Nami, Zoro- you've been here longer than Chopper, Brook and I have. A lot of people have been here longer. You know what to do about this, right?
[Another pause, and now he sounds a bit desperate for an answer.] So tell me what we're doing?