vii. voice

[firstroar]

–omeone...

[a beat, a breath heavily drawn and shakily exhaled. sentences are punctuated with overlong breaks.]

Help me understand. Not one person I have spoken to recalls this mission...But she is still gone. [breath.] Physis is. Others, perhaps? I don't know. No one has any recollection...

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[firstroar]

[there's silence as a reply for a length, regrouping.]

Physis left for a mission...one not a single soul knows even the slightest notion of. I cannot find her. Not even the faintest trace of her voice... [his own voice gets thick again, throat tight.]

[galactically]

[Sheryl lets out a hum, contemplative, before she speaks once more, this time sounding concerned.]

You don't think that she could've been taken, right?

[firstroar]

Taken... [it's certainly very heavily on his mind, tormenting him.] There's too many unknowns. Too many variables. Even the slightest bit of direction is all I need to finding her...

[galactically]

If it's one of these missions I've been hearing about, she should be returning soon.

[But if he hasn't found her by then, it's a troubling predicament.]

The staff should be able to tell you where she's been if you ask them about it, right?