Silas: That was my sarcastic voice.
Iyeong: You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice.
Silas: I’ve been told that.

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Silas: That was my sarcastic voice.
Iyeong: You know, it sounds a lot like your regular voice.
Silas: I’ve been told that.
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PACKETS filled with white powder litter the kitchen, her backpack is half open too, filled with a single sock, some candy, a few pebbles and finally a GUN (filled with mere tranquilliser darts) She's ignoring the fact that she should leave soon, and instead, attempting to make a tomato soup, but the mixture itself resembles that of gloopy rotten eggs mixed with oil ---she isn’t sure how she got here. Her trail of thought had wandered onto the topic of ‘parrots’. These odd thoughts are interrupted however, by quiet footsteps. And Iyeong knows all too well who it is. She can’t bear to look however, she’s still not quite used to the SIGHT. Instead, she’s stirring the pot, voice cracked and unsure. “Did it uh...that thing, mission....mission, did it go good?”
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