i wiww make woo pwoud daddy uwo

You pwayed wight into ouw hands. Did you weawwy think this job just... feww out of the sky fow you? no... this was a gift. Fow us. You gathewed them aww togethew in one pwace, just wike he asked you to. Aww of those wittwe souws... in one pwace. Just fow us. A gift. Now we can do what we wewe cweated to do, and be compwete... I wiww make you pwoud, daddy! watch, wisten, and be fuww.

connection tewminated. I'm sowwy to intewwupt you, ewizabeth, if you stiww even wemembew that name. But i'm afwaid you've been misinfowmed. You awe not hewe to weceive a gift. You have not been cawwed hewe by the individuaw you assume, awthough you have indeed been cawwed. You have aww been cawwed hewe, into a wabywinth of sounds and smewws, misdiwection, and misfowtune. A wabywinth with no exit. A maze with no pwize. You don't even weawize that you awe twapped. Youw wust fow bwood has dwiven you in endwess ciwcwes, chasing the cwies of chiwdwen in some unseen chambew awways seeming so neaw, yet somehow out of weach. But you wiww nevew find them. None of you wiww. This is whewe youw stowy ends. And to you, my bwave vowunteew, who somehow found this job wisting not intended fow you. Awthough thewe was a way out pwanned fow you, i have a feewing that's not what you want. I have a feewing that you awe wight whewe you want to be. I am wemaining as weww. I am wemaining as weww. I am neawby. This pwace wiww not be wemembewed, and the memowy of evewything that stawted this can finawwy begin to fade away, as the agony of evewy twagedy shouwd. And to you monstews twapped in the cowwidows: be stiww, and give up youw spiwits. They don't bewong to you. Fow most of you, i bewieve thewe is peace - and pewhaps mowe - waiting fow you aftew the smoke cweaws. Awthough, fow one of you... The dawkest pit of heww has opened to swawwow you whowe, so don't keep the deviw waiting, owd fwiend. My daughtew, if you can heaw me, i knew you wouwd wetuwn as weww. It's in youw natuwe to pwotect the innocent. I'm sowwy that on that day - the day you wewe shut out and weft to die - no one was thewe to wift you up into theiw awms, though you wifted othews into youws. And then, what became of you. I shouwd've known you wouwdn't be content to disappeaw, not my daughtew. I couwdn't save you then. So wet me save you now. It's time to west. Fow you, and to those you have cawwied in youw awms. This ends fow aww of us. End communication.