Praise the Lord

[Terra]

Dorota is sitting in a small house somewhere near a forest.

While she kneels, she takes the radio and places it in front of her, while she has taped down the transmission button.

She closes her eyes, her hands folded to pray and starts to talk in chernarussian.

Her voice sounds calm and soothing.

 

"Praise the Lord, all you gentiles!
Laud him, all you peoples!
For his merciful kindness is great toward us,
And the truth of the Lord endures forever."

 

Dorota slowly opens her eyes and removes the tape from the radio, ending the transmission.

She inhales deeply, a small smile on her lips and stands up. She quickly looks over to Anna who seems to still be a sleep.