one [accidental voice]
[At first, all that can be heard is indistinguishable muttering. It seems strangely distant. The words become increasingly clear as their source becomes apparently nearer to the journal. They sound as though they are being squeezed through tightly clenched teeth. It is a voice that may be chillingly familiar to some residents...]
It's not fair. It's not fair. [This is repeated a few times, stringing closer and closer together each repetition.]
Martel... I abandon- [He can't bring himself to say it. It's too disgusting. A moment of only heavy breathing. The anger is practically palpable, and...there is the strain of something else too. Despair?] I didn't want to... I didn't choose to!
Martel. Martel...
It's not fair. It's not fair. [This is repeated a few times, stringing closer and closer together each repetition.]
Martel... I abandon- [He can't bring himself to say it. It's too disgusting. A moment of only heavy breathing. The anger is practically palpable, and...there is the strain of something else too. Despair?] I didn't want to... I didn't choose to!
Martel. Martel...