one | video
[ It takes some time before it occurs to Legato to turn the device on, much longer before he's worked out how to use it properly; a few test videos coming and going in flickers. Eventually, he seems to get the hang of it. The first sight the video feed shows that isn't broken images of long, delicate hands is a pale man with yellow eyes and blue hair, staring into the screen. His face, hair and skin are all caked in blood but he seems largely unconcerned.
He leans closer to the screen, his gaze contemplative. ]
The landscape has changed but one thing remains the same. A wretched stink of desperation, like rats before a flood. Clawing and maiming and killing to reach higher ground-not one of them aware that they're already dead.
[ A beat as he reaches up to his face, touching the blood on his cheek and staring at it. ]
I've already accepted my fate, though it seems many of you still believe there's hope. What do you intend to accomplish by surviving in such a desolate place?
It's pointless.
He leans closer to the screen, his gaze contemplative. ]
The landscape has changed but one thing remains the same. A wretched stink of desperation, like rats before a flood. Clawing and maiming and killing to reach higher ground-not one of them aware that they're already dead.
[ A beat as he reaches up to his face, touching the blood on his cheek and staring at it. ]
I've already accepted my fate, though it seems many of you still believe there's hope. What do you intend to accomplish by surviving in such a desolate place?
It's pointless.