first. voice.

[thefractured]

What is this place. What am I doing here.

[The voice on the communicator is flat, androgynous, teenage. In the background, there's the crackle of a small fire and the unmistakable sound of a man weeping. "Please, let me go." "Help me!" "Don't do this." Again and again.]

I wonder if Folken's here. I wonder if Gatti's here. I wonder if Shesta's

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video;

[thisstraydog]

What the fuck are you doing?

voice;

[thefractured]

So angry!

voice;

[thisstraydog]

No. You're an annoying little fucker, but it takes more than your whining ot set me off.

voice;

[thefractured]

But not much more to get captured, hmm? No wonder you're in such a sour mood.

voice;

[thisstraydog]

I'm in a sour mood because your voice is grating on my fucking ears.

voice;

[thefractured]

You're going to regret that.

voice;

[thisstraydog]

[ snickering ]

Doubt it.

[ /disconnects ]

[thefractured]

[Lovingly plots revenge.]

[thisstraydog]

[ while heine just...laughs and promptly rolls over and goes to bed. so unconcerned. ]