This is... a really light summary. Before... let's say before meeting Lion. You know the gist of my job. No need to go into details. All you need to know is the nickname for me was 'Heartless Monster.' And... I was. Name's even putting it lightly. I was extremely good at my duties. Still treated as some sorta paragon for it. ...But I found out the extent of what my work did to people. Saw someone else suffer the same thing I put others through. So I forced myself into a nervous breakdown and rewrote my personality from the fragments left over.

[ Holy shit what??? How is that a light summary??? But it's a message, so Alex's horror doesn't matter. ]

Point is, I know what it's like to question your whole life. See something you didn't want to, puts a new context on things, an' suddenly you're worse than trash. Subhuman Furniture, right? Even a desk has more value. 'Least the desk doesn't complain all the time. ...Maybe I would've been happier not knowing anything. Continue thinking nothing was wrong. Not second-guessing everything I've ever done.

Quitting my job is Heresy. If my old coworkers ever find me, I'll probably be executed. But... If I ever got the same choice again, I'd take it every time. I am sick of sob stories, Alex. And every-

[ Over time, the voice goes from calm to tense to two seconds away from having a neurotic meltdown. But the last word chokes into a hiss, a quiet 'shit' overridden by someone in the hallway talking about no noise after lights out. Will manages to bite out 'stop recording' right as the door opens.

The call dies. ]