Twenty-Fifth (Fading) Spark! [audio]

[empyreanistic]

--the war.

[It's Alfred's voice, trailing off like he's been forced. For a moment, all that can be heard is sobbing, ragged breaths, not crying but certainly full of pain. There's the horrible scrape of fingernails on metal, scrabbling--]

OKAY?! Are you happy?! I fucking-- I give up. I-I lost, I can't save everyone, I can barely save myself, I'm a

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voice;

[denyamenti]

So it's clearer now, what the stakes are. Don't you agree?

voice;

[empyreanistic]

Dude, I know what the stakes are. The hell happened to you?

Re: voice;

[denyamenti]

You asked me what the stakes were before. I thought now would be appropriate to answer.

[ appropriate nothing, he's just being a troll ]

Happened? Little of interest.

voice;

[empyreanistic]

Your sense of timing is shit, dude.

Re: voice;

[denyamenti]

[ derisively laughing at you now ]

voice;

[empyreanistic]

[Cutting the feed on you now, like the mature country he is.]