LOST SOULS: FEDOROV 2

Transcript:
Fedorov: Fedorov. Efreitor. Omega. Still here. Still recording...
Fedorov: When I first arrived, many things frightened me. I would not admit this, of course. I was Spetsnaz. We feared nothing. But, still...
Fedorov: Anyone who has to fight and kill a comrade...who died a week before...and then tells you they felt no fear? Yerunda.
Fedorov: But what disturbed me most in those early days was the ball of light that sounds like children laughing.
Fedorov: What was it? What was it made from? The souls of dead children? Did it... did it consume children? Did it use their laughter as a lure? None of the possibilities were good. Bozhe moi, it disturbed me.
Fedorov: But, you know...I stopped seeing it after a while. I began to think I had just dreamed it up. And then, just yesterday, there it was. Giggling.
Fedorov: And I found... I was not scared anymore. I was just... sad. I will never again hear that sound for real. I will never have children of my own. I will never, ever know such innocence again.
Fedorov: And now I have my answer. I know what the orb is made of. It is made of heartbreak. It is made of loss.