[Voice post from an unknown signal in Solare]
[There's a faint crackle of static, before a low, weary voice comes over the network.]
You all disgust me. You bourgeoisie clockworks scramble and flitter around your fallen lord while the villagers starve in the fields. Aid, you say? I spit on your aid. Your help is nothing more than crusts of stale bread and rotted vegetables, meant to mollify the masses and buy their silence.
No more, I say. Do you all see the Amestris, children? That bright, glistening vessel, the flagship for a rotted world and its broken system? It's not so lovely now, is it? Its decay has been in place for a long time, before your showers burst and your ovens flared, before your captain fell and his first mate scurried to his side, and even before that lovely party where you invited thieves and crooks into your banquet hall.
But the worst has yet to come, dear children. Pay close attention to your ship, and burn it into your memory - soon it will collapse, taking its horrid nation with it.
You all disgust me. You bourgeoisie clockworks scramble and flitter around your fallen lord while the villagers starve in the fields. Aid, you say? I spit on your aid. Your help is nothing more than crusts of stale bread and rotted vegetables, meant to mollify the masses and buy their silence.
No more, I say. Do you all see the Amestris, children? That bright, glistening vessel, the flagship for a rotted world and its broken system? It's not so lovely now, is it? Its decay has been in place for a long time, before your showers burst and your ovens flared, before your captain fell and his first mate scurried to his side, and even before that lovely party where you invited thieves and crooks into your banquet hall.
But the worst has yet to come, dear children. Pay close attention to your ship, and burn it into your memory - soon it will collapse, taking its horrid nation with it.