( 002 ❱❱ VOICE )

[coarse]

[Some people may have noticed an absence since before the last jump. Even when the passengers were awoken, Bass made sure he found isolation before any familiar faces found him first. The entire process was different this time around: yes, he still felt sick and his telepathy had become once again erratic, but he knew where he was, he knew what had happened, and he knew what mattered. He also knew that the clock was still ticking.

It's been over a month since he's last fed, now making its way to the second month mark. That means things are going to change - that he's going to change - unless he does something about it preemptively.

It means that someone has to die.

The audio feed clicks on, running silently before he speaks. Words are then recited from memory, taken from a prayer of warning he was taught many years ago.]

In the quiet of the night the sky tore open, and from the holes in the skies monsters began to descend upon Earth.

[There is more to it, but this is where he deliberately stops. Bass wants to know if anyone recognizes the tale of how his world came to be. He wants to know who could find out what he is, even if that person is just his sister.]

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[besiege]

[ So what if you don't seem to know or remember her, so what if she wants to ram your face into one of these handy metal walls, that doesn't mean she won't pass up an opportunity to rude and difficult. ]

Telling us all pretty little bedtime stories now, are you?

[coarse]

[He was curious before - wondering if he should somehow feel any amount of guilt for not recognizing her, even - but the way the passage of time is affecting him and the memory of their pointless interactions strikes a nerve that deems her nothing less than annoying. For the lack of a better term.

If that's how he feels about her, though, the tone would suggest that he's simply bored.]

That's exactly what this is.

[besiege]

Go on, then.

[ Snap snap, like an angry piranha. ]

[coarse]

I doubt you have trouble falling asleep.

[besiege]

You'd be surprised.

[coarse]

[Guuurl.]

War happened.

[besiege]

[ The traces of anger leave her voice, replaced with wariness and a very faint sort of interest. ]

What kind of war?

[coarse]

How many kinds are there?

[besiege]

Is this a bloody history lesson or something? I dunno, civil wars, world wars, bad wars, whatever.