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The coin clicks on.
"This whole process takes too long. I mean, every time I die it's months before I can grow a new body, and that's months without... Without searching for you, Lup.
"So, I'm looking at ways to speed up the clone pod. I don't really understand how the spell works, so tampering with that is a last resort, but I think maybe... Some genetic modification might be in order? Which sounds, admittedly, really bad. I won't lie. I'm turning into a right doctor Frankenstein here.
"But, really, it's a simple process. The pod takes my DNA and grows a new body. So what if I alter the DNA I feed it? And, well, half-elves are only pregnant for six months instead of nine, so if I... Add elven DNA to my own... Yeah. Well. I'm making myself a half-elf, I guess. Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of elven DNA on offer, so it's... Gonna have to be yours, Lup. Guess that's why I'm recording this. To ask forgiveness. I - I don't see what other option I have."
There's a heavy sigh, reduced to static by the tinny recording.
"I wouldn't think about this if I weren't desperate. And, of course, I'll have to save some of my original DNA for when I find you again. But, well, on the plus side, at least I'll finally have darkvision. Funny, after all I've seen - all we've seen, I'm still scared of the dark.
"Guess I'm stalling, now. I'm gonna have to do this at some point. Might as well get it done. I'll see you soon, babe. I love you."
There's another click as the recording spell ends. Silence reigns for a second, before another click, and the same voice from before starts up again, noticeably distressed.
"Fuck. Lup, I fucked up. Gods. How could this happen - Jesus."
There's a heavy thump and a sigh, as if the speaker has dropped into a chair in shock. Sounds of heavy breathing echo for a second.
"Fuck. I - the DNA - I guess I - I created a new body, not my own. I thought I'd - shit. Lup, I'm so sorry."
There's silence, for a minute, as though the voice can't even begin to explain.
Then, a baby's crying echoes from the coin.
"Fuck," the voice says, once more. "Guess I'll have to explain later."
And a final click marks the end of the recording.