[Accidental voice post]

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

[the recording begins with a loud clatter, and a desperate cry in Yorda's usually soothing voice can be heard] No!

[and then there's the sounds of struggling, as though Yorda is fighting with all her might to break free, and of heavy, sure footsteps and soft, dragging ones on strange earth. And there's a terrified gasp and a quiet sob - Yorda again - and the noises abruptly vanish.

Many more moments of relative silence pass, with only the sound of soft winds rustling through crystalline leaves, until the distinct sound of a curious chocobo picking at something - probably journal keys]

Kweh!

[and suddenly, the recording cuts out]

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[madsciencemaou.livejournal.com]

[there's a small, sharp intake of breath and Mao sounds for a moment as though he's going to say something back, but instead lapses into silence.] Y-You... [there's the distinct sound of something crackling] Are... Are you saying this is my fault?

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

I'm saying if you don't put aside your stupid demon pride for once, it will be. Spira is Paixao's biggest floor right now, Mao! Even you would have trouble searching on your own.

[madsciencemaou.livejournal.com]

It's not about pride... [there's another crackling noise] And I said I don't need your help! I-- [yet another crackle and there's a sharp intake of breath and a gritted noise of pain, cut off by Mao quickly shutting off the recording]

[tenshinomakai.livejournal.com]

Mao... [she sighs after a moment before her own journal clicks off -- time to find a princess, maybe for Mao's sake as much as her own]