[ slight static can be heard, before Ricochet’s voice fades in ]
“Okay, okay. Are you recording?”
“Good. Okay.” Ricochet pauses to breathe audibly then, a huff in and out. “Hey, Peanut—shit! I already messed it up.”
[ a pause before he sighs, and he starts again ]
“Okay, second time. Hey, Blaise. Uh. I know that you probably don’t want to hear from me and I really don’t know why I’m even messaging you this. But. But… uh. Shit, I’m messing it up again. Shit. Hold on Baby, give me a second.”
[ the line is quiet static, the recording not ending. there is some slight noises in the background before Ricochet’s voice returns ]
“Okay. Third time’s a charm, right?”
[ Baby whirls and beeps confidently]
“Hey, Blaise.” Ricochet pauses just barely, before he continues on. “I know I’m probably the last person you expect to hear from, but, uh. I just wanted to send you a message. I hope that’s okay.”
There is a longer pause, but this time, Ricochet doesn’t backtrack.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. And, uh. I just wanted to tell you. I hope that things get better for you. I’m sure you’re probably really mad at me. And I don’t even know if you’re going to listen to this or accept it when I send it. In fact, I’d be surprised if you did and –“ A small grunt. “Anyway. That’s not important. Sorry.”
Another small sigh, before his tone gets a bit quieter. He sounds like he’s closer to the Ghost now that’s recording the messages. “Hey. I really cared for you, okay? You said some things when you were mad and… I feel like maybe I need to let you know. I did care about you, Pe—Blaise. I really did. And. I wish things could have worked out. I really hope that you find someone who can be everything you wanted from me. And, I –“ There’s just the smallest hint of his voice cracking in that moment. “I know you probably hate me now, but I hope that maybe one day you won’t. I hope that maybe one day… we can… talk, and… “
[ Ricochet’s voice trails off completely at that point, and after a moment, there’s a gentle comforting trill coming from Baby ]
“Shit. Baby, just. Keep that transmission. But. I can’t send it to him.”
[ more quiet electronic noises can be heard ]
“I still love him, Baby. I still do.” A quiet, sarcastic laugh. “Am I sad or what?”
[ she tries to reassure him otherwise, but he just laughs again ]
“End the recording. This was a bad idea. He probably doesn’t want to hear what I have to say, anyway.”
[ after a small moment, the transmission ends completely ]
