Mar 16, 2011 18:17
[The view isn't of the person holding the NV, but of the trees and sky, the rustling of the leaves in the wind making the same sound as the rustling of clothes. The NV was moving, and there's a flash of a coat, part of it blowing in the wind as he finally settles down in the middle of all the trees.]
I've been here for nineteen days now. I've been told that they will dismiss you from those crumbling apartments once a month has passed. I have yet to see the owner; I wonder what has become of him.
[There's the scratching sound of pen against paper; he has another book with him, seeing as he may need to keep notes of various kinds.]
I wonder what will become of that cult leader. What is one to make of the judiciary system here; keeping someone many believe should be dead alive and in a cage. And what to do with those believers, the ones searching for the truth through whatever means necessary?
[It's silent for a long time.]
Jack. I wish to meet this family of yours. Just as I wish to see my family. I will not allow myself to be put in a gilded cage of another's making.
!: glen baskerville,
c: phoenix wright,
c: elliot nightray