VIDEO// Intended to be VOICE, but don't mind his TECHNOLOGICAL FAIL
[At first there is only a black screen with the word "HIDEO" outlined in green in the upper left-hand corner. Then comes the sound of something slapping into the phone. The screen flickers and opens to show the view from one of the higher roofs in the sector. There is motion visible from the streets, but the roof itself remains mostly clear. There are traces of blood on it, but nothing more concrete. Liquid himself remains mostly out of sight, although there is the faint sound of a pen scribbling. What can be seen of him, basically amounts to his chest and open coat, since you know Liquid's pretty much allergic to shirts. If one looks carefully, they might notice fresh blood on his coat. He mutters absently to himself in Arabic.]
/So that's how it works.../
[As if he only just remembered the NV was on, he starts, and it wobbles as he grasps it. The scene changes, to show mostly the sky, and the occasional hint of golden hair as it's blown by the wind. He speaks coolly, thoughtfully, seeming not to care that he's sitting on a roof in the middle of the night. After all, anyone with their NVs on at that time of night has to be either insomniac or forgetful, and he has no pity for the last type. He picked this time mostly because he was assuming his companions to be asleep.]
People tend to make assumptions based on the weakest of instincts. They assume people are like them, by default. This is a foolish assumption. Everyone in this world or any other is unique - and equally untrustworthy. Family, friends, anyone could betray you, kill you - yet you're so secure. So calm. I wonder... how do you do it? How do you let your guard down around people who you believe are trustworthy?
[A slight pause.]
No, I... actually mean that. How? Is it possible to develop that type of attitude around people, or is it something you are born with? It... seems almost impossible to comprehend.
[There's a faint noise and the NV is set quietly on the ground for a moment while he deals with the new arrival.]
/Tch. So some of them can climb high. At least their numbers are greatly reduced up here./
[He stands over the NV, not looking at it. There's blood on his cheek and his stomach has claw marks on it, yet he doesn't seem to care.]
...I wonder what it means, to be "human".
[He doesn't even seem to notice he said that.]
/So that's how it works.../
[As if he only just remembered the NV was on, he starts, and it wobbles as he grasps it. The scene changes, to show mostly the sky, and the occasional hint of golden hair as it's blown by the wind. He speaks coolly, thoughtfully, seeming not to care that he's sitting on a roof in the middle of the night. After all, anyone with their NVs on at that time of night has to be either insomniac or forgetful, and he has no pity for the last type. He picked this time mostly because he was assuming his companions to be asleep.]
People tend to make assumptions based on the weakest of instincts. They assume people are like them, by default. This is a foolish assumption. Everyone in this world or any other is unique - and equally untrustworthy. Family, friends, anyone could betray you, kill you - yet you're so secure. So calm. I wonder... how do you do it? How do you let your guard down around people who you believe are trustworthy?
[A slight pause.]
No, I... actually mean that. How? Is it possible to develop that type of attitude around people, or is it something you are born with? It... seems almost impossible to comprehend.
[There's a faint noise and the NV is set quietly on the ground for a moment while he deals with the new arrival.]
/Tch. So some of them can climb high. At least their numbers are greatly reduced up here./
[He stands over the NV, not looking at it. There's blood on his cheek and his stomach has claw marks on it, yet he doesn't seem to care.]
...I wonder what it means, to be "human".
[He doesn't even seem to notice he said that.]