Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

His voice was different- but he had grown into a man, and so it was a man’s voice which now reached her in her dream. It was not as warm in timbre as she would have liked- but she knew the subconscious could be a fickle and cruel thing. The manifestation of Swordfish was not under her control- but perhaps could be persuaded.

”I ‘ave missed you,” She responded simply. After all, she was welcome to wander Ankyra Sound as it had once belonged to her ancestors. ”I ‘ave wanted to see you again for so long…” Her voice warm with want, she sought to appease him, and melt the coldness in his eyes. ”Come to me, please,” Her voice soft, beseeching.