5 - Accidental Recording
[Judging from the angle, Kuja's crow is on the ground at his feet. Kuja doesn't seem to realize that it's recording. He's wearing his own clothes again, and looks much more comfortable in them. He's holding some kind of empty black fabric in one fist, regarding it thoughtfully.]
...not quite the answers I was looking for. But satisfying nonetheless. Farewell, mockingbird; sing treachery no more.
[He tosses the fabric to the ground, and the crow follows it with its eye, as it lands on the rocks, over a pale, bloodstained hand. Then Kuja's boots shift as he whirls on his feet and saunters away, and the crow hurries to catch up to him. The broadcast ends there.]
...not quite the answers I was looking for. But satisfying nonetheless. Farewell, mockingbird; sing treachery no more.
[He tosses the fabric to the ground, and the crow follows it with its eye, as it lands on the rocks, over a pale, bloodstained hand. Then Kuja's boots shift as he whirls on his feet and saunters away, and the crow hurries to catch up to him. The broadcast ends there.]