|| Niente è vero. ||

[The video only shows a pair of kunai being held within a set of calloused hands. The fingers and thumbs trace over the blades carefully, respectfully...and eventually what turns into a noticeable pattern. An invisible pattern. A missing pattern.

Giovanni moves the camera and it sets down to show a whole lot of nothing.]

...You'd think a person would get used to it by now. But I have to admit--I had known him for a long time now. A year... that is a long time here.

...he was like me. A ghost... ...a dead man...

[Click.]

[Giovanni reaches out to the device slowly, almost hesitantly until his fingertips touch the device and then all the trepidation leaves in a quick flourish of movement. He switches the post to audio functionality.]

Seifer never came back...

[And on to more important subjects as if nothing was ever said about that.]

Eald, how many people are left in Gohl? It seems a lot have left all at once recently. ...I am sorry, my friends. Do any of you need anything?

[A slight pause.] I promised to keep you all save. I promised to look out for you no matter what. I promised...

I never got to talk to him about some things. [...] I need to know if something was found in his things... No, never mind.

I want to uphold those promises. I plan on doing such. But I want permission to do it from a closer perspective. I know there are too many empty rooms there right now. I would not presume to take the place of someone else, but I would like to move there. Would that be all right?

Mio amore...

[Giovanni appears reaching out to someone off screen--or not there at all. He's smiling faintly, sadly, his expression pained as much as loving.]

This is not a place for you. Perché, perché. Why do you have to be here. I would not wish this upon you. [He falters and his arm drops.] Maria... I love you, but I wish you were not here...

[For a long time nothing happens. Then the device seems to be noticed and, violently, a hand comes down on it; the device shuts off with a bit of static.]


[[pretend all responses are slightly delayed]]

[The device apparently turns on while he is reading the most recent posts to the networked communicators. His voice though low is obviously annoyed and grumpy from what he's been reading as he grumbles to himself.]

...yes, because more war and strife is exactly what I needed in my life... does it never end? Is that all a Fiorentina shall ever know in his lifetime? [He sighs.]


[[Why yes, he is referring to the recent declarations of war. Such petty and stupid things to bring about to the people of Discedo in such times, he thinks. X3]]