taravata | ⊱ eighth vision

[The recording turns on in the middle of Tavi’s sentence. His voice is calm, but there’s a hard edge to his words that belies the calm.] -- ‘s how I noticed. There’s still traces of it left.

Maybe I'm a stupid sonvuabitch for thinkin' I could get what I want. [ Desperation hangs heavy on Ben’s words, his tone growing increasingly strident as he speaks. ] It ain't right-- No, it ain't my place.

How did you do it, though? And why?

I never meant it for it to be this way. I just wanted what I thought most folks here wanted: a free ticket out. But nothing's free. Always gotta be some price, some goddamn consequence.

Only God's got this right.

[ An intermission, as Ben Hawkins moves to snap on the communicator, to confess to the entire network, when he notices that the red light of his communicator is already signaling its recording mode. His next words are quieter under the microscope of public judgment. ]

I brought the damn thing down. The barrier.

[And just before the recording ends, Tavi’s voice again – unsurprised .] Can you undo it?

[ooc: White is Ben, Blue is Tavi! ]