[Guess who else got
killed during the event? A hallway camera on the ninth floor is showing feed of Romano's body slumped against the wall, for those of you who happen to catch it. No blood or anything, though his chest is flickering in a very strange fashion, similar to a TV channel with bad reception.]
[Then the flickering slows, then finally comes to a stop. As if shocked, Romano abruptly jolts awake, scrambling up with a panicked expression and darting eyes. He stares down at his chest, looking bewildered at the lack of wounds, before he lets out a shaky breath. Romano mutters to himself in quick and frantic Italian, his back hitting the wall as he looks around and notices the destruction left by Kite's flames.]
I-It really happened... fuck, fuck, fuck...!
[He wants to hide, but his legs are feeling really fucking unsteady right now and oh God he needs to sit down. He does just that, covering his face with an arm and trying not to panic because dkajfdaf he just died. He didn't even know that was possible for a nation, goddammit... not in that way, at least.]