[This would be locked to ff6 cast only Relm has no clue how to lock things. Following this.]
Relm would have recognized that voice anywhere. She didn't want to. She could have happily forgotten everything about it and maybe then she would act her age and be a normal child. She vaguely remembers some dark-haired woman telling her about Kefka's presence but she'd written it off as the sort of joke-in-horrible-taste that she herself would make.
She was, apparently, working on that picture she promised Zidane. Her arms and clothes are smeared with paint (she seems to have decided that her pants legs are an ideal place to wipe her brushes), there's an underpainted canvas of a certain queen in the side of the screen and there is a large oilpaint-y thumbprint obscuring the view a little. The staff Celes bought for her earlier is in a different corner of the screen, wrapped in paper to keep paint off it.
She looks something between (characteristically) furious and (very uncharacteristically since the end of the world) terrified. And she is screaming at the phone, almost throwing a tantrum.]He's-
-He's
dead! He
died! We
killed him!
Why is he talking?
Dead people don't do that! Why is he even here? Why is he here when the old man...
Explain all this! Now!