Thirty-Eighth Cross - [Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

The nights... are long.

[His voice is soft and light, almost as if not talking to the communicator at all.]

Two moons...

Dark sky, moons lighting the sky, a soft bed. A blanket, for warmth.

Eyes closed, and you're swallowed, engulfed in a darkness you've grown used to calling 'sleep'.

I...

Each night is suffering. I am finished.

[And with that, he drops the comm, and it times out.]