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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[ She never comforms to things, especially to what strangers tell her. She has a hard time trusting anyone so some random woman that kidnapped her hardly seems like a safe source. ]

I will not give up on my children. I'm sorry that whatever you have back home is not important enough for you to give up. But I have nothing else.

I'm not "giving up." I want to be here. Besides, time doesn't pass elsewhere when you're here.