( Cut for length. This is how we make peace with ourselves. )

[Prefect is looking... STRANGELY CONTENT, Maybe even KIND OF HAPPY in a very carefully contained way. He smiles at the camera.]

So... Comrades, I know sometimes it seems like things only ever go wrong here, but... I suppose there are high points. I mean, we... have access to the plants again, I believe? Comrade Persephone? So, you understand, ( Read more... )

[The camera clicks on to Prefect. His eyes are open very wide, and despite having the dark circles of the sleep deprived under them, he seems fairly alert. He drums his fingers on the desk, seeming a little agitated ( Read more... )