[She finally just can't take it anymore and switches back to using her real voice. Her shouts are filled with worry, desperation, and heartache. The fact she's been crying is made obvious by the way her breath hitches and the rough quality to it.]
If anyone has failed, it's me. I nearly destroyed my world, Papa, because I couldn't accept something that happened. Because my sadness angered God and He cursed us all. Angel refined the Demon Virus into a weapon but the first demons were those that received the worst of God's wrath. The sun turned black, burning the sky a harsh yellow and turning all humans touched by the sun's light into stone. Millions died! The survivors were forced underground, only a privilaged few "rescued" by the Karma Society to live on the surface in shielding domes that let light through while filtering out God's malignant data. Then it happened again and God completely gave up on humanity. He began downloading all the data of the planet itself!
But through it all my friends, my family and comrades, my Tribe, they never blamed me for it. Almost everyone on Earth hated me for what I'd done but not them. They told me it wasn't my fault, that I shouldn't hate myself for it, that what mattered was what I did going forward. They promised that even if the whole world stood against me they would still stay by my side. Because they believed in me.
And I believe in you. That's what Tribe is, Papa. We accept each other's flaws and mistakes no matter how bad, and stand by each other even if that means standing against all of the world and God Himself. I won't let you hate yourself this way! Ti voglio bene,, Papa. I'll tell you that as many times as it takes for you to believe it. To believe in yourself.
[She tries not to give any auditory sign of the tears streaming down her face, but can't quite stop a single, choked sob from escaping.]
So very Private
[She finally just can't take it anymore and switches back to using her real voice. Her shouts are filled with worry, desperation, and heartache. The fact she's been crying is made obvious by the way her breath hitches and the rough quality to it.]
If anyone has failed, it's me. I nearly destroyed my world, Papa, because I couldn't accept something that happened. Because my sadness angered God and He cursed us all. Angel refined the Demon Virus into a weapon but the first demons were those that received the worst of God's wrath. The sun turned black, burning the sky a harsh yellow and turning all humans touched by the sun's light into stone. Millions died! The survivors were forced underground, only a privilaged few "rescued" by the Karma Society to live on the surface in shielding domes that let light through while filtering out God's malignant data. Then it happened again and God completely gave up on humanity. He began downloading all the data of the planet itself!
But through it all my friends, my family and comrades, my Tribe, they never blamed me for it. Almost everyone on Earth hated me for what I'd done but not them. They told me it wasn't my fault, that I shouldn't hate myself for it, that what mattered was what I did going forward. They promised that even if the whole world stood against me they would still stay by my side. Because they believed in me.
And I believe in you. That's what Tribe is, Papa. We accept each other's flaws and mistakes no matter how bad, and stand by each other even if that means standing against all of the world and God Himself. I won't let you hate yourself this way! Ti voglio bene,, Papa. I'll tell you that as many times as it takes for you to believe it. To believe in yourself.
[She tries not to give any auditory sign of the tears streaming down her face, but can't quite stop a single, choked sob from escaping.]