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exsilium2013-07-02 02:29 pm
bloodspeaker) wrote in exsilium2013-07-02 02:29 pm
five; video
[Lawd, this guy is spent. Though he usually likes to broadcast from somewhere in the clinic -- his office, a supply closet, the waiting room -- this time, he's in bed, propped up against pillows and looking weary.]
Folks, we're not exactly out of the woods yet -- as the piles of stinking rubble and even less breathable air than usual make obvious -- but I still wanted to thank everyone who stepped up in service of the clinic over the past month.
[He rubs the side of his pale mouth tiredly.]
We lost a lot of patients, there's no denying that. But we saved plenty of people, too. Saved each other. We did our goddamn best. That's worth something.
[He pauses, as though that's all he's got to say. The feed shakes a little as he shifts around on his bed, his hand finding a piece of paper with a ring on top of it. He closes his fist over the ring, curls his fingers against the paper.]
And -- for those of you who knew him ... Belthazar has gone home, to Azeroth.
[His expression tightens; he's saying this for his own benefit, as much as anyone else's.]
No one who's been there would call our world a safe place. But our cities aren't like this, and Belthazar was just a child. Better that he's gone.
[He thinks of Jericho, so recently killed in the bombing, and Syllona, constantly overwhelmed with fear.]
Better that all the children should go, if their circumstances at home are even slightly better than this.
Folks, we're not exactly out of the woods yet -- as the piles of stinking rubble and even less breathable air than usual make obvious -- but I still wanted to thank everyone who stepped up in service of the clinic over the past month.
[He rubs the side of his pale mouth tiredly.]
We lost a lot of patients, there's no denying that. But we saved plenty of people, too. Saved each other. We did our goddamn best. That's worth something.
[He pauses, as though that's all he's got to say. The feed shakes a little as he shifts around on his bed, his hand finding a piece of paper with a ring on top of it. He closes his fist over the ring, curls his fingers against the paper.]
And -- for those of you who knew him ... Belthazar has gone home, to Azeroth.
[His expression tightens; he's saying this for his own benefit, as much as anyone else's.]
No one who's been there would call our world a safe place. But our cities aren't like this, and Belthazar was just a child. Better that he's gone.
[He thinks of Jericho, so recently killed in the bombing, and Syllona, constantly overwhelmed with fear.]
Better that all the children should go, if their circumstances at home are even slightly better than this.
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