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Case 49 [Accidental Audio]
...So, today's another one of those curses, huh.
Well, I'm not falling for it this time, City. I may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but I know that's not really my Dad I'm hearing.
Yeah, it sounds like him. But it's not him. He's trying to pull the same stunt you did that last time...only, you got Dad all wrong.
My dad told great stories, and he was terrible at cooking, and his jokes were fun in a corny way. He liked comics and hated mowing the lawn, and even if I came home all hurt from bullies, he never pried or prodded, he just found ways to make me feel better.
What you're trying to pull...my dad was overprotective. He respected me, he loved me, he kept me safe...you...you're...
...You can't trick me again. No matter how much I wish it wasn't a trick.
[Hanna sighs. He sounds sad...he'd been trying to keep a determined front, like this wasn't bothering him, like the jeers and taunts the City is throwing at him in the voice of his father aren't getting to him...]
It's just words. Words can't hurt. They can't.
[Another small sigh, followed by a sniffling noise.]
...Yeah, Dad, I know. I love you too. But... But you're not here. This isn't you. I can't do what you want me to.
...No, it wouldn't change anything. Sorry.
[Hanna sniffles again, and it's clear that he's crying, at least a little bit. There's a long pause, before Hanna sighs, sounding defeated.]
Happy Father's Day to you too, Dad.
[At this point, he seems to realize his device is on, and clicks it off.]
Well, I'm not falling for it this time, City. I may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but I know that's not really my Dad I'm hearing.
Yeah, it sounds like him. But it's not him. He's trying to pull the same stunt you did that last time...only, you got Dad all wrong.
My dad told great stories, and he was terrible at cooking, and his jokes were fun in a corny way. He liked comics and hated mowing the lawn, and even if I came home all hurt from bullies, he never pried or prodded, he just found ways to make me feel better.
What you're trying to pull...my dad was overprotective. He respected me, he loved me, he kept me safe...you...you're...
...You can't trick me again. No matter how much I wish it wasn't a trick.
[Hanna sighs. He sounds sad...he'd been trying to keep a determined front, like this wasn't bothering him, like the jeers and taunts the City is throwing at him in the voice of his father aren't getting to him...]
It's just words. Words can't hurt. They can't.
[Another small sigh, followed by a sniffling noise.]
...Yeah, Dad, I know. I love you too. But... But you're not here. This isn't you. I can't do what you want me to.
...No, it wouldn't change anything. Sorry.
[Hanna sniffles again, and it's clear that he's crying, at least a little bit. There's a long pause, before Hanna sighs, sounding defeated.]
Happy Father's Day to you too, Dad.
[At this point, he seems to realize his device is on, and clicks it off.]
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...unless I can play as Donkey Kong.
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