05-09-2014, 08:50 PM
“Is that really the position you see yourself in?” The man can't help but shake with laughter, his eyes turning down and creasing with amusement at some perceived absurdity. “No, you are right. I don't understand, but never mind.”
“It doesn't need to fit the profile,” he says with some surprise before he shakes his head and his voice becomes patronizing.
“It just needs to happen,” saying that next part ever so slowly, as if he thinks it will help it sink in.
“And then it becomes the last act of a mad bomber. It becomes your profile. This,” a twist of his wrist as he continues his work, “isn't my poetic justice. That is. That's how you'll be remembered. A mad bomber.”
The man withdraws his hand with some finality. He looks up and around the pristine operating room.
“This will be the canvas,” placing a hand onto Kragen's chest.
“You need not approve; the greatest futility is arguing with a critic,” and then he looks down at the state that the rogue ghoul has found himself in.
“Well, almost the greatest. I don't usually get to hear people bargaining for their lives. This has been entertaining. Good bye, Mr. Kingsmith,” and with that he turns to the door of the operating room and moves to leave.
“It doesn't need to fit the profile,” he says with some surprise before he shakes his head and his voice becomes patronizing.
“It just needs to happen,” saying that next part ever so slowly, as if he thinks it will help it sink in.
“And then it becomes the last act of a mad bomber. It becomes your profile. This,” a twist of his wrist as he continues his work, “isn't my poetic justice. That is. That's how you'll be remembered. A mad bomber.”
The man withdraws his hand with some finality. He looks up and around the pristine operating room.
“This will be the canvas,” placing a hand onto Kragen's chest.
“You need not approve; the greatest futility is arguing with a critic,” and then he looks down at the state that the rogue ghoul has found himself in.
“Well, almost the greatest. I don't usually get to hear people bargaining for their lives. This has been entertaining. Good bye, Mr. Kingsmith,” and with that he turns to the door of the operating room and moves to leave.