Nov 06, 2009 15:38
[The PCD switches on, recording from somewhere on the ground, leaves cutting into the image every once in a while.
There was nothing of interest to see, just some trees up ahead, farther outside of the little curtain of twigs and leaves the device had been deposited behind.
There's a quiet voice from somewhere off-screen, soft and barely audible.]
Why... have you not shown yourself to me?
[It did not sound sad, but not pleased either. Merely traces of discontent, if one bothered to search for it, in the placid, otherwise flat tone.]
Have I been abandoned here? [Only a hint of annoyance trickled in, but it was short-lived.]
... Haven't I been a good servent?
[There was a long stretch in which it recorded nothing but softly rustling leaves before sandaled feet lightly stepped over to the device and blue-gloved hands lifted it off of the ground.]
Oh, so it was on. [Kabuto looked down at it, expression as bland as his voice.]