.. Martin?

[ Ange knows she shouldn't do this. That it's useless, and dumb to boot. But she can't help it. She knows going outside won't help a thing at this point anymore, and she's at least smart enough to listen to that point of reason and stay inside, but she has to do something after seeing that.

Even when it's sending a message, knowing that there definitely won't be an answer. Just something lingering on voicemail for god knows how long until he'll be able to check it. ]

Martin, that video-- it wasn't real, right? [ At least - for better or worse, because Ange would definitely say for worse if asked - Ange's voice is not as emotionless as it usually is. It's tinier, more vulnerable. Scared. It makes her sound younger, even younger than her actual age. ] Come on, just.. just call me and tell me you're okay. Alright? Please?

[ It's dumb. But they-- they sat in the library. They shared their struggle with life, shared what keeps them alive for now. So to see that, even in this place where death never fully seems to be the end..

There's a soft, muffled sound. It sounds like a losing attempt to not cry. ]

.. you can't do this.

[ The message quickly cuts off. ]