Sketch 036 [video]

[dustedsunlight]

[When the feed comes on, the communicator is facing the wall; it buzzes like a shock, but no one is holding it, so it just spazzes on the table a little and turns in a small circle. When the picture stops, Namine can be seen in the far left corner, sitting in her usual chair by the window. Now that the communicator has stopped buzzing, the people listening can hear her singing softly to the city.]

Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair;
Dust hath closed Helen's eye;
I am sick, I must die-
Lord, have mercy on us!

Strength stoops unto the grave,
Worms feed on Hector brave;
Swords may not fight with fate;
Earth still holds ope her gate;
Come, come! the bells do cry;
I am sick, I must die-
Lord, have mercy on us!

[She continues on; for those of you who have been in the city for a hell of a long time, you might recognize it from the ghosts a long time ago. She proceeds to finish the song before standing, putting her hands on the windowsill and looking out to the road.]

If there is a body... there will be more.

I just hope they're happier with the city this time. We've worked so hard, and... I wish we could have something to show for it.

[the feed cuts off.]