[White boxes: Hello!]
{Yellow boxes: Hiii!}
'My inner voice.'
"And this is my not-inner voice! I'm speaking out loud! So, are we clear, guys?"
'Also, in this chapter the boxes CAN'T HEAR ME!'
{Isn't it cruel?}
[Nah, just annoying.]
'Swanlike dive. No. Swanlike drive? No... Swan Lake Drive? Hm... Must be it!'
{What's that?}
[What's what?]
{That, right there!}
[What right where?]
'Um... Guys? What're you talking about?'
{Oh! Do you think it hears us?}
[I told you! We are in its head. It should be able to hear us.]
{What? Seriously? In its head?! Does it mean we are like tiny dwarves with tiny mining tools - hammers and whatnot - who come with hangover? I'm so excited! I want a hammer of my own!}
[They use pickaxes, and no, we are voices. Voices don't have hands to wield hammers or pickaxes. Or anything else, for that matter. We are just voices in its head.]
{Oh. Now I'm sad.}
'Eh, guys! You're being rude, you know! Stop talking about me like I'm not even here!'
{It speaks! Isn't it? Oh, does it mean it's alive?}
[Um. It should be. At least, I think so.]
'Hey! Stop with the "it" crap! I can hear you just fine!'
[...Otherwise, how can we be in its head if it's dead?]
{It's alive! ALIVE!}
'It's so not funny. Argh!'
* "And here I blew my brains out. Yeah, talk about random acts of violence, why wouldn't ya, crazy ficwriter?" *