xiii. - [ VOICE }

[sandstormed]

[There's a long silence through the feed before an awful sound screams through. It sounds like nails tearing through wood, like fingers on a chalkboard. Then, a voice comes through and it's a whisper that grows to a very tight growl.]

E 'andata. La mia sabbia. Il mio gancio. Sono carne e ossa, ancora una volta.

Mai. Mai.

[It sounds like

Comments

[vanitynightmare]

-Bitterness? Oh yes-

They often do this sort of thing

Voice;

[sandstormed]

I have not been human in quite some time. That, I could tolerate, if not for a little while.

But to strip me of utensil; it's ridiculous, if not anything else.

Voice;

[asouroldelf]

[The voice is different somehow, fuller maybe, but also uncomfortable.]

Smiley? You alright? Besides the... yeah.

Voice;

[sandstormed]

[Snarling.] I grow tired of this bullshit.

But they have given me the means to remove a mark I have long wished to do. I suppose I owe them that.

Voice;

[asouroldelf]

You and me both.

[And a sigh.] I think we oughta have a round, eh? This human business don't bare being sober for.

Voice;

[sandstormed]

You are fairing well, yes?

[Grunt.] I agree. [There's a groaning of wood before he sighs.] But if we are drinking, I would much rather do it in the comforts of my own home.