Jun 09, 2011 15:14
A victory is a victory however it may be won.
[ There is a momentary pause. It is long enough to allow listeners to begin contemplating, but not long enough to let their thoughts conclude. ]
Fools believe this, and only fools.
[ The camera pans across Anatole's skyline from a high vantage point, then toward Isley. His jaw is rigid, his mouth set in a thin, grim line. His eyes are cold like a winter's sun. ]
The Natives have returned to their usual order of business. The city has nearly completed its repairs. To the untrained eye, it would appear as though little has changed...but I have always seen things a little differently.
When a tremor ripples through the underground, the surface may be mostly unaffected, but that which lurks beneath can never be the same again.
[ Setting the Forge down, Isley rises and paces toward the ledge of the rooftop. The late afternoon light casts his back in shadow, outlining his figure in silvery gold. ]
It's not over, not yet.
[ Turning slightly, he glances out the corner of his eye toward the camera. ]
All the more reason to enjoy the festivities, hm?
belphegor,
!isley,
yachiru kusajishi,
priscilla