001 broken whisper
Gone! They're gone, they're gone, they're gone I lost them but they were right there but I can't feel it any more, but they were right there.
[The sphere cuts on to a young woman huddled in a corner of one of the crew quarters, her skin a little too tight like she's unhealthily underweight, her face buried in her hands. Bony, torn hands, with bloodied fingernails and a faded brand on the back of her left hand. Numbers, a code of some kind. Her long brown hair is a tangled mess that looks like someone has tried to brush it out recently, but it wasn't enough. She's wearing boots that look worn but newer than the faded, colorless dress she wears. She's not as filthy as she'd been when she first arrived, and much healthier looking, though that's not saying much.
She's rocking back and forth, her breathing erratic as her head is reeling, the sound of hysteria in her voice as she tries too keep herself together but it's so hard when everything is wrong and she just can't hold on to it like she used to and she REMEMBERS being normal being right being whole and it's all wrong now. She's frantic, desperately hoping that there's something she can hold on to right now.]
Riku? Riku? Have to be here, can't feel the Planet, Gaia's gone and it's dark and cold and silencing the voices and it's all missing and I need it but it's missing and alone but not and it's all falling away into the void and pitch black like the night and silence and I just heard it, but it's missing.
Riku? ...Doctor? ...Axel? ...Roxas? [The tremors have started, the cold shakes kicking in as she tries to stretch her Lifestream out to touch them but all she can feel is the cold walls and circuitry and it's making her panic worse.] Somebody? It's all wrong and I can't feel it anymore.
[The sphere cuts on to a young woman huddled in a corner of one of the crew quarters, her skin a little too tight like she's unhealthily underweight, her face buried in her hands. Bony, torn hands, with bloodied fingernails and a faded brand on the back of her left hand. Numbers, a code of some kind. Her long brown hair is a tangled mess that looks like someone has tried to brush it out recently, but it wasn't enough. She's wearing boots that look worn but newer than the faded, colorless dress she wears. She's not as filthy as she'd been when she first arrived, and much healthier looking, though that's not saying much.
She's rocking back and forth, her breathing erratic as her head is reeling, the sound of hysteria in her voice as she tries too keep herself together but it's so hard when everything is wrong and she just can't hold on to it like she used to and she REMEMBERS being normal being right being whole and it's all wrong now. She's frantic, desperately hoping that there's something she can hold on to right now.]
Riku? Riku? Have to be here, can't feel the Planet, Gaia's gone and it's dark and cold and silencing the voices and it's all missing and I need it but it's missing and alone but not and it's all falling away into the void and pitch black like the night and silence and I just heard it, but it's missing.
Riku? ...Doctor? ...Axel? ...Roxas? [The tremors have started, the cold shakes kicking in as she tries to stretch her Lifestream out to touch them but all she can feel is the cold walls and circuitry and it's making her panic worse.] Somebody? It's all wrong and I can't feel it anymore.