A silhouetted figure stood at the top of a cliff-side, one which Eldridge Tsukimono and Akizetsumei of Terra departed from several hours ago. His frame was tall but lanky. All that illuminated his face was a dim orange glow, and even then only his lips were visible. They were chapped and dry and he seemed to be missing a few teeth behind them. A second silhouette approached from behind him and stopped directly next to the first. Nothing illuminated his frame. They stood side-by-side, idly looking over the forest and the town in the distance.
"She's right," the second silhouette remarked.
"About?" The first man replied. His voice was gruff and accented, but not like the more "southern" dialect of his counterpart. Rather, he seemed to speak the same dialect as a member of southern Ulster.
"The kid's a spittin' image," the second replied.
The first man said nothing at first. Rather, he paused to collect himself and take a drag from his cigarette. It was self rolled and even had something of a makeshift filter set at the lip-end.
"'ow'd 'e do?" the first man spoke at long last.
The second man shook his head.
"Almost got torn t'shreds, eh?" As playful as his voice seemed, the man was relatively serious.
The second man nodded.
"Well, ain't that a bitch?"
"If ya say so . . ."
There was a long pause between the two men.
"Hell . . . maybe he's all the better for it," the second silhouette remarked thoughtfully after a short moment of silence, "Not bein'
prepared-- maybe he'll go on an' live a normal life."
The first silhouette shrugged his shoulders. "Or all the worse."
"How do ya figure?"
The first silhouette took a long drag from his cigarette. It burned down to its filter and was plucked from between the man's lips and flicked away.
"These people ain't gonna save themselves," he replied, "If that kid ain't ready for 'eroics, this place's gonna be written of the map in a few years tops."
The second silhouette folded his arms over his chest. This was a revelation he did not question. The first silhouette turned from the hill and the village in the distance, shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked away.
All the better; all the worse . . . //Fin.