Final Re-Entry: Spam/Video
Oct. 17th, 2013 10:22 pm( Spam for Dean )
( Notes to Iris and Barbara )
[Public]
[It's later. Felix has waited until he could do this calmly, and now there's something almost preternaturally still in his posture. He's sitting at the desk in his own room, a cigarette in one hand and what looks like a fairly lengthy typed script in the other. He draws in a deep breath, looks at the script, begins:]
I'm...
[He frowns and stops, scanning the paper again. He shakes his head slightly, sets it aside, and addresses the camera properly, squaring his shoulders.]
...I'm leaving the Barge.
I understand why the rest of you aren't, but I haven't stopped believing that you should. Most of you should, at least. There are other ways -- I'm hoping better ways -- to do what needs to be done, and I'm leaving to try and find them.
But-- [He glances down at the script again and something pulls sadly at the corner of his mouth. He looks back up at the camera and rubs absently at his knee.]
But I wanted to say thank you, first, for reminding me why I should.
[His eyes soften dangerously, just for a second.]
Thank you. Goodbye.
[And with that, he puts the cigarette back between his lips and reaches out, a little too quickly, to sign off for the last time.]
( Notes to Iris and Barbara )
[Public]
[It's later. Felix has waited until he could do this calmly, and now there's something almost preternaturally still in his posture. He's sitting at the desk in his own room, a cigarette in one hand and what looks like a fairly lengthy typed script in the other. He draws in a deep breath, looks at the script, begins:]
I'm...
[He frowns and stops, scanning the paper again. He shakes his head slightly, sets it aside, and addresses the camera properly, squaring his shoulders.]
...I'm leaving the Barge.
I understand why the rest of you aren't, but I haven't stopped believing that you should. Most of you should, at least. There are other ways -- I'm hoping better ways -- to do what needs to be done, and I'm leaving to try and find them.
But-- [He glances down at the script again and something pulls sadly at the corner of his mouth. He looks back up at the camera and rubs absently at his knee.]
But I wanted to say thank you, first, for reminding me why I should.
[His eyes soften dangerously, just for a second.]
Thank you. Goodbye.
[And with that, he puts the cigarette back between his lips and reaches out, a little too quickly, to sign off for the last time.]