// 018. [voice]
[Disgruntled, exaggerated sigh.]
Everywhere the mist. In places it is not usually found.
[The sound of murmurings behind her - wherever she is, there's a small crowd.]
It ended before I could make them talk, those children. Put a fear in my heart that wasn't mine, wasn't there before. It was a lie.
Because I would like to play.
[The soft click of a door shutting. Steps. Steps and more steps.]
Anatole, are you always so slow in returning the dead? The useless ones seem to come back so quickly, but still not a sign from the good dottore. I suppose that's his thanks for doing this city a favor?
Everywhere the mist. In places it is not usually found.
[The sound of murmurings behind her - wherever she is, there's a small crowd.]
It ended before I could make them talk, those children. Put a fear in my heart that wasn't mine, wasn't there before. It was a lie.
Because I would like to play.
[The soft click of a door shutting. Steps. Steps and more steps.]
Anatole, are you always so slow in returning the dead? The useless ones seem to come back so quickly, but still not a sign from the good dottore. I suppose that's his thanks for doing this city a favor?