043 [whole world's come undone from looking straight at the sun] - radio memory
[a burst of static is heard before resolving itself into Paladin's voice, half cut-off:] --ez is my--
[He is interrupted by a very elderly man, whose voice is strained like he has just exerted himself greatly.] You were being manipulated by the all-powerful Zemus. Your Lunarian blood rendered you an easy target for his curse, and bound your thoughts to his. To think...[a rustling of fabric and body shifting, as though the old man is trying to move,] Kluya's sons would be made to fight one another...
[another young male voice interjects] Fusoya! [and footsteps are heard, like this young man went to help the older, maybe?]
I fought him...I hated him. [Paladin speaks again, sounding shaken and sorrowful.] My own brother...
[A very, very deep and smooth baritone speaks for the first time, sounding like one who has been hit very hard on the head coming around.] You...are my brother.
[anyone close enough to the clinic may hear a small crash; whatever Paladin was holding, he just dropped, and unfortunately, it was breakable.]
But...were it me, [Paladin sounds ruminative,] the one Zemus chose to control...our roles would be reversed.
No. [The very deep voice sounds more sure of itself now.] There was evil in me long before all this.
[Paladin's voice again:] What?
I'm the one who abandoned you. [Said by the very deep voice, with a tone of finality.]
[Paladin makes a choked sound, but the very deep voice continues speaking after a moment.] I was called [radio static]--then. Myself, our father, and our mother [radio static--a slight degree of static then persists over the baritone's narration, but not enough to obscure what he says.]--in that village. Our father taught the people of the village in the ways of magic--but there were some who disagreed with his pacifistic ideals. Using the talents he had given them, they murdered him.
[The small overlay of static fades out, it is now clear that the deep voice is pained and sorrowful but continuing on nonetheless.] When our father died, I was left behind with our mother, who still bore you within her womb. The other villagers cared for us at first--the people our father had blessed with lunar secrets.
[He sighs.] But our mother had become too frail, and died shortly after you were born. I...blamed you, telling myself our mother would have lived, were it not for you. I took you, still an infant, to the forest at the edge of Baron and left you there. [There is a long pause here.]
After that, [continues the baritone, his voice sounding duller as he goes on,] I took to the borderlands, where I could hide from others' eyes. Wracked by guilt...ashamed to show my face. I would not think to ask for your forgiveness now, but [he takes a breath,] I am glad that you survived.
[Complete silence.]
What better a pawn could Zemus have possibly chosen than this? [The deep voice sounds utterly disgusted. There is the sound of someone large, in heavy armor moving.]
Where will you go? [the elderly man asks.]
To put an end to all of this. [...is the last thing spoken by the smooth baritone voice, and the transmission fades into static.]