(014) Fourteenth Report [>>Video]
[Filter: John Constantine]
[She starts talking almost before the tablet's finished turning on -- her hair, brown again, is down and a little untidy. Her shoulders are bare, but she has a sheet wrapped beneath her arms as her only cover; the dark bedroom behind her isn't her usual. She obviously just woke up, but that's not stopping the speed of her words.]
--John, I'm so sorry-- That wasn't -- me -- none of it was-- [She presses a hand to her forehead, and then shakes her head as if to clear it.] It's like I just remembered... But, God, I didn't mean any of it. I...
[She's nowhere near anything like crying, don't worry, but there's about +300 Guilt in her eyes alone.] ...Let me know you're okay. [A beat.] Please.
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[This one's recorded a little while later -- she's back in her room, dressed 100% normally with no catsuits in sight, seated with her arms crossed and looking tired.] To anyone I was-- [A pause, and she manages to look annoyed and a little self-reprimanding.] --to anyone I interacted with in the past few days, I'm sorry. It's probably needless to say, but I was affected by the latest event, too -- which, in my case, at least, was apparently Turn-Into-The-Biggest-Jackass-Possible Week.
[A touch of impatience is added to her expression, but she shakes it off before speaking again.] If I said anything offensive, please believe me when I say it wasn't me talking. Still, I apologize for everything.
[Filter: Misaki Asou]
Hey. Please tell me one of us got through this one all right. [Because Wesker!her was too busy holing up to pay attention to the Network all that much. :|a]
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