exsilium | LOG IN: #01 ( audio. )

[ Em doesn't very much enjoy talking or, in general, socializing. Not that she's anti social, it's just that she is very shy and social situations get her anxious and apprensive and she never really knows what to say. She's a quiet person outside her group of friends and she prefers a book to going out, but this time, it's clearly a very different situation she has found herself in. Her voice is quivering, a extremely faint French accent slipping in some syllables and words, but far from the cartoonish exaggeration that the French tend to speak English in. ]

This is a mistake. [ A long pause to suck in some air into her lungs, a shiver audible through her breathing. ] I cannot be here. Not alone-- not without them. Please, my children. I-- I can't leave them with him. Don't do this, please, someone. Take me back. They're alone with him.

[ There is a longer pause now, where she's just breathing. There's a sound which makes it look like she's slumping down on the floor or leaning back, and her voice comes a little muffled as she keeps herself together, possibly a hand over her mouth. ]

You can't do this to them.

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[ Her face is a mask of offense taken, however as it is on audio mode, you can't see it - but you can certainly hear the appalled tone in her voice. ]

I don't need alcohol to cope with my worry for my children. [ If she had said "how dare you", it would be the exact same tone. There's also some mambo jambo in French about how ridiculous that suggestion was in a desperate tone. ]

[And in return, there's a fair amount of annoyance in her own voice.]

I was thinking it might help with your impending panic attack.

My children are gone. [ Her voice rises a slight octave in irritation and disbelief. It's not unreasonable for a mother to worry herself sick about the separation of her family. ] There's no drink in this world or the next that would ever help.

[Flatly:]

Sure. Neat. Got it. Never mind.