What have you done with them? Don't lie to me and don't give me excuses. Just tell me.

[Aisling's voice is neither high-pitched, nor strident, but slightly deeper than usual and her words carry a sense of depth that very nearly echoes like an empty hall. There is no video accompaniment this time.]

Give them back! They were mine! Mine, do you understand! You have no right to do this!

[A hushed rustling sound grows behind her voice, like trees before the precursor winds of a storm, but the skies are clear and there's not much in the way of wind today.]

They had lives, they had friends, and you don't know what you've done - to them, to those you forced them to leave behind. You think you know.

[Her voice shakes, strained with grief, but rage is swiftly overtaking it. If you'd thought you'd heard her angry before, that was nothing in comparison.]

You think you understand everything, but you don't know anything! Give. Them. Back.

[The audio cuts off abruptly.]

I've been thinking lately, it might be time I sought employment.