Dr nicely.

By the time I reached the top of the pit,

I'm waiting for the voice in my head to keep speaking.

It doesn't.

So I keep telling myself that I just had a moment of confusion.

I misheard something, or I just imagined something down there when I was looking into the water.

I look across the moonscape at the other team.

They're whispering and chatting among themselves

on their own personal frequency.

They don't want us listening in.

They don't want us to hear that they aren't the friendly strangers they've been pretending to be

No, it's obvious to me. They're here to ruin this for us. They're here to take everything

They will. Who said that? It isn't anyone on our radio channel. It doesn't sound like it's coming through the headset at all. No. It's definitely coming from inside my head. They shouldn't be here. The voice is in my thoughts, but it sounds nothing like me. I'm not thinking about

these things. I'm not saying these things either.

The voice is gritty and sneering like it's growling behind clenched teeth.

This isn't how this was supposed to go. This was supposed to be your moment.

This was supposed to be what you will be remembered for.

No one will remember you now, especially after they ruin it.

I nod my head in agreement. Especially after they ruin it.

I nod my head in agreement.

No, agreement with what?

With a voice in my head that isn't actually there?

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