[The recording starts with Soma speaking cheerfully.] I know this isn't the best time, with everyone going missing, but the flower shop is open for business again~
well, not right now, since this terminal's a ways away from the shop and I-- Oh, Allelujah, is there something you need...?
Allelujah: Soma. ...Marie. I'm sorry for having to do this, but it's for your own good.
Soma: Don't call me Marie--!
[Her sentence ends in an undignified yelp.]Allelujah: I told you, this time, I'm going to protect you.
Soma:
[screams, though definitely in anger rather than in pain] Hey! What are you doing?! Put me down!! Mao! Ulquiorra! Where are you?!
[Their voices recede into the distance; after a while, the recording times out.]