Feb 03, 2009 17:22
[ There are footsteps, very slow footsteps. Than, the stop. There is silence for awhile until a voice speaks. It sounds a little lost. ]
I've looked everywhere... asked everyone that would know. What the hell... It must have all been..
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Nothing ever feels real anymore, you assholes I hate you all.
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[ A thud. Not him, the communicator. He just lets it slide right out of his hand. He speaks again just as quietly, but in German. ]
Why don't I remember how long I've been here. Why don't I remember how long I was exiled for. WHY are so many faceless people familiar, prisoners. [ A small chuckle ] Idiots and loons that think they're a country, what the fuck is that...
Why do they know me as something else? Why can't I tell them I'm not without doubting myself?
Where is Neo Genesis...?
[ More silence, and than the transmission just seems to end. ]