[Elias hangs limp as ever, looking no better or worse than he did before. There's no response to him at all at first. There's only the ever present hissing of radios. Soon, though, the hissing comes to an abrupt stop leaving the room utterly quiet before it is filled with Elias' voice.]
Don't you trust me, Marco?
[He sounds saddened by this.]
I'm sorry. I know it was scary, but I did what I had to. I thought you would understand.
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Don't you trust me, Marco?
[He sounds saddened by this.]
I'm sorry. I know it was scary, but I did what I had to. I thought you would understand.