"Yes, No. 7. I am ordering you…
...to kill more of them."
"W… what?"
And once more, it would seem No. 7's vocabulary has been reduced to a single word. He had thought that the nightmare was finally over, but it turns out that all of his fettered breaths were just the beginning… this white-haired demon will not let go of them until their breaths are completely gone.
"You think we're going to do that for you!?"
With the only two of them left, the whisper of a light thud rolled from the ground as No. 12 removed his-- her helmet. It would seem their helmet had some sort of device installed in it that was able to change their voice.
Riley should probably get something like that when he comes out of his retirement, he thought. He had always been using his telekinesis to alter the way his voice comes out from his mouth whenever he was in costume, so this should help take away that minor convenience.
