[video: unfiltered]
[ There's no real "beginning" to the video itself; it simply clicks on to an off-center view of Cloud's face from an angle, his brows arching in puzzlement over curious eyes. The frond of an abnormally large fern nods behind his head, almost as though it's mocking the blonde man's seriousness. ]
...I thought I knew how to work this thing...
[ His voice is audible, though unclear - as though perhaps his thumb is over the mic. There's a scratching noise, and the video swivels sickeningly to show a patch of soft loam, one or two little weedy flowers poking up through it, and suddenly the sound is crystal clear. ]
I don't believe it.
[ Again, Cloud's face comes back into focus, though this time he's not intent on the camera. He cranes his neck around to take in his surroundings, and from his defeated, casual sprawl a watcher could guess that this isn't the first time he's done such a scan and come up with nothing. ]
Not again.
...I thought I knew how to work this thing...
[ His voice is audible, though unclear - as though perhaps his thumb is over the mic. There's a scratching noise, and the video swivels sickeningly to show a patch of soft loam, one or two little weedy flowers poking up through it, and suddenly the sound is crystal clear. ]
I don't believe it.
[ Again, Cloud's face comes back into focus, though this time he's not intent on the camera. He cranes his neck around to take in his surroundings, and from his defeated, casual sprawl a watcher could guess that this isn't the first time he's done such a scan and come up with nothing. ]
Not again.