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LEVEL 1
[BEGINNING OF RECORDING #8]
The bum they dragged in off the streets has impressed me. He's got no formal education, but he's flexible and picks up on my instructions quickly. It's strange that his hair is maso-burned too—same color as my own. I wonder if all of us are so predisposed to magic? We all have shit luck, that's for sure.
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LEVEL 2
[BEGINNING OF RECORDING #44]
His training has gone well. I barely recognize him now. He's starting to finally understand his body, even though he still trips on his wings occasionally. Heh. He’s even learning how to summon weapons as a projection of his life force. If anyone tries to put him down, it'll be a hell of a fight. Too bad I probably won't be around to see it.
I’m… proud of this guy?
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LEVEL 3
[BEGINNING OF RECORDING #75]
The tests are breezing by. His child really was the ticket. Just one word about her and he does whatever you want. It's sick, but effective. I swear I'm starting to see things because of it, this guilt. Sometimes when he looks at me I see someone familiar. As if my husband is staring at me from the grave. Pretty messed up, huh? I told them I was the wrong woman for this job.
I wonder, though... what would my husband have thought of him? Of me? And what I'm doing to him? Guess I'll find out in hell.
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LEVEL 4
[BEGINNING OF RECORDING #96]
I was never the brightest; before this I was just some woman who killed legion. I guess that's why it took me so long to realize things. That piece of shit played me like a fool! The project has to work now. But it's impossible now. It's too late, it's—Damn it! He's been set up. Everyone's been set up. By me. By my hands. The suffering will go on perpetually—for eternity. This is too cruel for anyone, let alone my—God, I’m so sorry… I had no idea… I’m so so so sorry… I should have protected you. I should have known. I tried to save you so long ago, and now that you're finally by my side, I failed you.
I failed my only—
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