[007] Please Clear the Area
Um um um. Apollo is dead and he's not supposed to be dead nononono he was supposed to take care of everything. He was so kind. Not like a God at all. Cycnus is sad and Miss Melinoe is safe, I promise, and I, um, didn't tell Lady Artemis, sorrysorrysorry, even though she ended up watching us. And Nemesis! That's just, um, stupid. She was beautiful and lovely and frighting all at once. They might as well kill Hera. Um, never mind. I never said that! Sorrysorrysorry. So I went back to my room because after my, um, last post no one would look there. Except-
[The video feed is jerky, the person taking it is clearly not feeling their best. Her room has been torn apart. The desk was hacked to pieces and the contents ripped apart. Film and the corpses of books are up on the walls like streamers. There are blood stains on the mirror. The camera pans down to the floor, where pieces of her mattress and her lamp are now embedded into the carpet. A less than casual observer will notice that her bare foot is bleeding from the still sharp shards. Someone has put some effort into making this room as traumatic as possible. Echo switches it back to text fairly quickly, we only briefly get a look at her wet face. ]
No one is, um
It doesn't matter
...
Words are important. If you can't find them then it doesn't mean anything. Not even a little.
There's no, um, logic. It's not fair. Who lives and who dies. It doesn't make sense. AlectoGreat people die, Psyche kind people, and sometimes people that, um, deserved it so much less...
If you do something or wait for someone to do it for you or anything. You just die. Or you don't.
I'm so sorry.
[The video feed is jerky, the person taking it is clearly not feeling their best. Her room has been torn apart. The desk was hacked to pieces and the contents ripped apart. Film and the corpses of books are up on the walls like streamers. There are blood stains on the mirror. The camera pans down to the floor, where pieces of her mattress and her lamp are now embedded into the carpet. A less than casual observer will notice that her bare foot is bleeding from the still sharp shards. Someone has put some effort into making this room as traumatic as possible. Echo switches it back to text fairly quickly, we only briefly get a look at her wet face. ]
No one is, um
It doesn't matter
...
Words are important. If you can't find them then it doesn't mean anything. Not even a little.
There's no, um, logic. It's not fair. Who lives and who dies. It doesn't make sense. AlectoGreat people die, Psyche kind people, and sometimes people that, um, deserved it so much less...
If you do something or wait for someone to do it for you or anything. You just die. Or you don't.
I'm so sorry.