Voice

[deservinghell]

[Having determined the netbook is capable of a video feed, Henry makes certain to broadcast only his voice when he reaches out to the network; given the effect his condition has on reflections and even digital images, presenting an empty backdrop for no apparent reason is not the way he'd like to initiate first impressions. With the channel open, there's the clearing of a throat, then:]

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. I suppose it's about time fate doomed me to fight another man's war, eh? The Devil knows I've been asking for it. But it begs the question... What did the lot of you do to deserve it?

[The accent is unmistakably English, though a sharp ear might infer he hasn't been among Englishmen for some time.]

Comments

[deservinghell]

One would think. Admittedly, I haven't been here long enough to judge their effort.

[bittertears]

Going by the number of... others still present, I'd be inclined to think there hasn't been much of an effort at all.

[deservinghell]

There's always the possibility that others have escaped but had neither the means nor the will to share their secret.

I'm getting the impression you'd rather stay lost.

[bittertears]

Perhaps I do. Is that so unusual?

[deservinghell]

No. For some people, life is suffering. I understand our situation here might represent a welcome escape from that.

[bittertears]

[Oh, his words... hit a little close to home.

Even if said home burned to the ground.]

I've done more than enough escaping, I assure you.