As fragile as ice I might appear at times; Though, I shall never shatter. Instead, I will drift on zephyrs; leaning against those frigid ice crystals as I fade.
“I am bored, tired, and I’ve read too many papers that the words are jumbling together. I can’t keep anything straight, I need to get out of here. Go to a far away place… If only I could go home.”
“Such a strict schedule we are assigned. Never an amount of rest great enough to keep us properly motivated; to please our minds. When was the last time we had the chance to enjoy a simple cup of hot, steaming tea? This paperwork is overwhelming..”
“You volunteered us for this mission, otherwise it won’t be filed properly. Decide what is and isn’t worth keeping, what missions need to be redone. My stomach is rolling simply from the scribbles on paper that Number Nine calls a report. At least all of this proves that we have been doing something to work towards our goal. Or that we waste a lot of paper on nothing.”
"We are the ones most capable for this task, Zexion. The superior trust in that we go properly through every single report in order to assure that they are complete. We should as well be able to gather some important data in which have been lost for quite an amount of time in here.."
I am rather tempted to inoculate you. This very moment..
No more denying.. I will chase you down if I must. Close your eyes, my dear. There’s no need to hide your fear for me.. Once that final shiver has reached you, you’re already my hostage and test subject.
My frigid clutch never loosens, not event the slightest…