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[VIDEO] ☯ Absences.
Mar. 31st, 2011 04:47 pm[ ... There is a long, quiet moment, before he sighs. He swallows, then notices that he SFC appears to be on. Figuring he ought to say something, he speaks. When he does, his voice is somber and his words are heavy, but lined with a sort of expectant experience and cynicism. ]
... The choices we make define who we are. But the choices we don't make, the things we don't say, the things we avoid with every fiber of our being... they define us even more.
[ From the screen, the room is dark. All that can be made is the outline of glowing markings; symmetrical tattoos, belonging to the voice broadcasting. He has his head in his knees, and he really can't be seen. The room is dark. He seems to be aware of the broadcast, but probably is too upset at this point to really care. ]
I failed again. What's the point if our choices lead us all to the same end? As long as we're stuck here... we can never make our own choices.
[ His voice wavers slightly, as if... afraid, almost. ] I don't want to go back to... that.
[ Without him looking up or even moving, the feed turns off. ]
... The choices we make define who we are. But the choices we don't make, the things we don't say, the things we avoid with every fiber of our being... they define us even more.
[ From the screen, the room is dark. All that can be made is the outline of glowing markings; symmetrical tattoos, belonging to the voice broadcasting. He has his head in his knees, and he really can't be seen. The room is dark. He seems to be aware of the broadcast, but probably is too upset at this point to really care. ]
I failed again. What's the point if our choices lead us all to the same end? As long as we're stuck here... we can never make our own choices.
[ His voice wavers slightly, as if... afraid, almost. ] I don't want to go back to... that.
[ Without him looking up or even moving, the feed turns off. ]
