[ Video - 008 ]
[ The Forge is turned on, recording live from the inside of Zack's apartment. ]
[ On screen is a man visible only from the shoulders down. Presumably Kunsel, his helmet sits next to him on the floor, its surface handled and unreflective, shadows creeping along its edges causing it to look aged. An off-white wall at his back supports his hunched over figure. ]
[ In his lap Kunsel's gloved hands fidget, twisting around themselves, dry washing through leather. They grow still a moment afterward, then bunch into tight fists, their shaking visible to the well-trained eye. Scratches run up and down the length of his forearms, the skin marked heavily by bruises, but the wounds aren't fresh from today. They're clean, and have already begun gradually scabbing over. ]
[ His knees climb to his chest. He clears his throat once, twice. ]
Malfatto is dead.
[ Voice leaden, hoarse. Not at all like him, for those that know him well enough to tell the difference. ]
Last night...
I don't know if he'll come back.
[ A long, awkward silence follows. He sits there, unmoving...breathing shallow. Each breath is audible in the silent room. ]
[ Several minutes pass. ]
[ He leans toward the Forge. ]
...I don't have anything else to say.
[ Fingertips find the device and collect it. A few seconds later the connection is terminated. ]
[ On screen is a man visible only from the shoulders down. Presumably Kunsel, his helmet sits next to him on the floor, its surface handled and unreflective, shadows creeping along its edges causing it to look aged. An off-white wall at his back supports his hunched over figure. ]
[ In his lap Kunsel's gloved hands fidget, twisting around themselves, dry washing through leather. They grow still a moment afterward, then bunch into tight fists, their shaking visible to the well-trained eye. Scratches run up and down the length of his forearms, the skin marked heavily by bruises, but the wounds aren't fresh from today. They're clean, and have already begun gradually scabbing over. ]
[ His knees climb to his chest. He clears his throat once, twice. ]
Malfatto is dead.
[ Voice leaden, hoarse. Not at all like him, for those that know him well enough to tell the difference. ]
Last night...
I don't know if he'll come back.
[ A long, awkward silence follows. He sits there, unmoving...breathing shallow. Each breath is audible in the silent room. ]
[ Several minutes pass. ]
[ He leans toward the Forge. ]
...I don't have anything else to say.
[ Fingertips find the device and collect it. A few seconds later the connection is terminated. ]