[Audio]
[there is a long moment of static and snowy silence, as if the user is fiddling with the foreign object. The device is dropped to the floor, but it still catches a few of the speaker's unintentional words. The speaker's accent is distinctly French.]
I hate technology.... there are always far too many buttons....
[the static finally clears]
It is close to impossible to believe that any of this... this nonsense is real. I stand true by my earlier assumption that this is some strange (and eerily elaborate) fantasy brought on by England. And no doubt he will be dressed in that toga...
...What is most unnerving is this feeling of... emptiness. It is... how do you say...énervant. Je me sens comme un homme qui a perdu quelque chose d'important ...
....
....
If England is wearing nothing but that toga, then I can only hope that this fantasy of his ends with us~.
[The speaker chuckles, but it sounds hollow, almost panicky.]
I hate technology.... there are always far too many buttons....
[the static finally clears]
It is close to impossible to believe that any of this... this nonsense is real. I stand true by my earlier assumption that this is some strange (and eerily elaborate) fantasy brought on by England. And no doubt he will be dressed in that toga...
...What is most unnerving is this feeling of... emptiness. It is... how do you say...énervant. Je me sens comme un homme qui a perdu quelque chose d'important ...
....
....
If England is wearing nothing but that toga, then I can only hope that this fantasy of his ends with us~.
[The speaker chuckles, but it sounds hollow, almost panicky.]