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Second Apple; Video
December 16th, 2013 23:46![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dotsanddashes[For the second time, the feed clicks on from Rosalind's console. For the first time, it's actually Rosalind's face on-camera, icy eyes staring right into her prospective audience. She looks awful, for lack of a better word...dark circles under her eyes, gaunt, pale...likely, she hasn't slept in a bit of time.
She's been listening to all the talk, all of the sadness...and in the stillness of her lab, she has something to say.]
I knew very little of the Empress. Still, for what it's worth, no one ascends the throne without realizing it's going to be dangerous. I've seen it before. Different times, different places....
[Columbia. Dimensions apart from this place, but so many of the realities that she once called home. It was hard to think about now, but she tries to reflect on it for just a moment. Comstock had not only tried to mount a throne, but had tried to sit his daughter upon it as well. So many ways that had gone wrong. She can feel something in her brain give, and she changes her train of thought, taking a moment to discretely wipe her nose.]
At the very least she acted with dignity in life. Perhaps it would be best to follow her example.
Mourning is fine. Still, speaking as someone who watched the ridiculous production after her own death, there are more important things to bear in mind. Tears are only for your own purposes. Elaborate memorials will only go so far. It means more to take the time to take action.
Before it's too late to take action at all.
On that note, if there is anything a spare scientific mind might aid, I would like to extend my hand.
[With a weary sigh, she cuts the feed.]
((ADDITIONAL BROADCAST AFTER DAMIAN'S ANONYMOUS CALL))
[A short time later, the feed returns - now the woman is visibly shaking, expression that of barely restrained emotion behind a very thin layer of composure. A lit cigarette burns between trembling fingers.]
I have been informed that Empress was the incorrect term. I did not mean any disrespect. I was not aware. I was trying to say something of consequence, but evidently I am far too ignorant to do so.
[She's at the end of her rope. That much is clear. This...hasn't helped. Her eyes look wet.]
I do apologize. Perhaps I should go back to my work and leave the epitaphs to those less insensitive.
[What might be a tiny sob escapes her before the feed turns back off.]
She's been listening to all the talk, all of the sadness...and in the stillness of her lab, she has something to say.]
I knew very little of the Empress. Still, for what it's worth, no one ascends the throne without realizing it's going to be dangerous. I've seen it before. Different times, different places....
[Columbia. Dimensions apart from this place, but so many of the realities that she once called home. It was hard to think about now, but she tries to reflect on it for just a moment. Comstock had not only tried to mount a throne, but had tried to sit his daughter upon it as well. So many ways that had gone wrong. She can feel something in her brain give, and she changes her train of thought, taking a moment to discretely wipe her nose.]
At the very least she acted with dignity in life. Perhaps it would be best to follow her example.
Mourning is fine. Still, speaking as someone who watched the ridiculous production after her own death, there are more important things to bear in mind. Tears are only for your own purposes. Elaborate memorials will only go so far. It means more to take the time to take action.
Before it's too late to take action at all.
On that note, if there is anything a spare scientific mind might aid, I would like to extend my hand.
[With a weary sigh, she cuts the feed.]
((ADDITIONAL BROADCAST AFTER DAMIAN'S ANONYMOUS CALL))
[A short time later, the feed returns - now the woman is visibly shaking, expression that of barely restrained emotion behind a very thin layer of composure. A lit cigarette burns between trembling fingers.]
I have been informed that Empress was the incorrect term. I did not mean any disrespect. I was not aware. I was trying to say something of consequence, but evidently I am far too ignorant to do so.
[She's at the end of her rope. That much is clear. This...hasn't helped. Her eyes look wet.]
I do apologize. Perhaps I should go back to my work and leave the epitaphs to those less insensitive.
[What might be a tiny sob escapes her before the feed turns back off.]