Voice deux! Read Monday.
This is not the way I imagined it would end. I imagined howling throngs, and vast clouds of flame, and mere moments of intense pain before it was all over. Instead, Earth succumbs to a slow fading. But the delay did not buy mankind time to save itself, at least not time enough. We tried, oh, we debated and strategized, but the sky darkened and the frost bit while we talked and scribbled. We donned thicker coats and stuffed furniture in the stove and watched the stars reborn. The stars. I had forgotten how many there were. Or perhaps we never really knew. How perfectly ironic that in our final days, we should see so many wonders for the first time.
What does this voice tell you about the character? How does it compare with the first voice?