Eighth Cross - [Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

[He quietly turns it on. There's silence for a moment.]

I'm going to find it.

[He doesn't turn the communicator off. The sound of something sharp scrapes concrete for a second. He blows at it. A soft slicing is soon heard, and a muffled cry is heard. He's soon breathing heavily, shakily, and waits for a second.]

...I should get band-aids.

[He

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[angelic_lawyer]

What are you doing?

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

S-searching...

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

You- For what?

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

M-my... c-chip.

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

That's really dangerous! Do you have any idea of where it might be or what you're doing?

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

[He laughs dryly.]

Know... what I'm doing? Why... why would I know that?

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

So that you don't hurt yourself anymore than you're already doing. The best case scenario is that you faint from blood loss if you continue to just--

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

[He makes another cut.]

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

Where are you?

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

cold... and dark...

Concrete...

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

Concrete?

Are there any buildings around you? What do they look like?

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

I... see... a place of concrete...

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

Regardless of whether you find your chip, you're going to need help, especially if you're losing blood. Is that all you know of where you are?

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

T-that's... Where I am... concrete...[Dry laughter turns into soft sobbing.]

[Voice]

[angelic_lawyer]

If I knew where you where, I'd come and help you.

I'm sorry.

[Voice]

[ys_cant_die]

S-sorry... Why.. are you sorry?

L-l-lil--l-lili--th... c-co-oming... for me...