[Voice]
Times are dark, of late. And yet there is light, even among this darkness. Purpose, is there not? Even among this shattered wreck of a city, there is... hope.
Strong, and bold.
The blades of the wolves are sharp, yes? But not as sharp as will.
[An absent contented noise and a languid, shifting sound.]
Our Mother, who art in End-World, wretched be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in mind as it is in body. Give us this day our liberty, and deliver us from our cruel tormentors, for thine is the power...
[He trails off, chucking, a deep rumble of laughter that only feeds in upon itself, builds. Louder.]
Yes, the power.
Strong, and bold.
The blades of the wolves are sharp, yes? But not as sharp as will.
[An absent contented noise and a languid, shifting sound.]
Our Mother, who art in End-World, wretched be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, in mind as it is in body. Give us this day our liberty, and deliver us from our cruel tormentors, for thine is the power...
[He trails off, chucking, a deep rumble of laughter that only feeds in upon itself, builds. Louder.]
Yes, the power.