[There's no movement, no sign of life from the bound remains, but the background hum of machinery is joined by the quiet whisper of voices. It sounds like a radio skipping from station to station too quickly to catch more than a passing word or phrase, everything blurring together until it's just meaningless noise, like static on a dead channel.]
[It sounds like it's coming from everywhere at once, faint and sourceless, but slowly more recognizable words crop up in the din.]
...something that shouldn't fucking exist.
[The words are in Maverick's voice.]
[It doesn't sound like him replying, more like a snippet of a recording, just a couple seconds cut out of a larger conversation.]
no subject
[It sounds like it's coming from everywhere at once, faint and sourceless, but slowly more recognizable words crop up in the din.]
...something that shouldn't fucking exist.
[The words are in Maverick's voice.]
[It doesn't sound like him replying, more like a snippet of a recording, just a couple seconds cut out of a larger conversation.]
Hello- [Desidera's voice, this time.] -I am- [Puella's voice.] -that- [Arthur Bell's.] -I am. [Hector.]
[Ky Kiske:] ...yes, that is I- [Gunvolt:] And just who's asking?