"They never told me it would hurt. You'll think I'm crazy for allowing myself to become those lab coats' Guinea Pig, after all, it was fucking crazy. But every last one of those motherfuckers lied to me. They said it'd be like dream land, but it became a nightmare. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe this is the dream, I can't tell anymore which is reality and which is theotherplace.
"Citra. Citra, are you there? You're listening, aren't you, you little bitch? You knew this would happen, didn't you? You didn't lift a fucking finger to stop it did you?!"
There was a short fit of nervous laughter, then silence. Something crashed in the background, muffled as if far away, the sound of sparks exploding in the air. Someone coughed, sniffed loudly. They were breathing heavily.
"She said that I was crazy," there was more laughter, as if that thought amused the masculine voice. "ME? Crazy. Can you believe it? How could I be crazy?" Whatever he found amusing didn't last for long, the voice and its laughter sobered quickly. "No. NO, that's bullshit, I'm not fuckin' crazy, I'm not… No I'm- SHE'S.. the crazy one, SHE left me here, she let this happen to me. She was supposed to protect me and she let me become THIS…."
He was panting again. The effort of screaming into the device grabbing more air than he could take into his lungs. For several minutes the recorder picked up nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing. "What happened here is just as much on her fucking hands as it is mine. She made this monster, she think she can hide but I'll find her. I'll find her like I found all of her other little friends and we'll make her pay, won't we?"
More silence. More background noise. Static. There was a muffled curse and the sound of movement, the recorder was being lifted and it was dropped unceremoniously onto something that sounded like grass. Birds chirped briefly, drowned out by the sound of a pained, half muffled scream.
"This… it hurts, so much. God- it hurts. Don't ever let anyone tell you that it's just a fucking cut, it's never just that… that's my blood, isn't it?" There was an astonished sound, the dripping of something wet splotching to the ground. "I'm bleeding. I'm fucking bleeding from my head, that's my blood.
"Listen to me okay? You have to listen, this tiny little recorder is all that I have let of my sanity- they took the rest- this is all I have left.
"My name is… is.. Sebastian- no, no that's not right- Vaas! Vaas, that's my name. Vaas Montenegro." He whispered his name a couple more times, as if assuring himself of it. "I was.. wasn't.. it was supposed to be different, but this is what I've become…."