'The Boss' made it his duty never to show emotion. Which is why, when he recieved the news of his brother's death, he ordered everyone out of his office - and sat quietly for half an hour.
When he recieved the news of his brother's subsequent revival, he ordered everyone out of his office and howled like a madman.
Words were formed without the thoughts or the breath necessary to express them. The boss of Paeniton Processing, Scott Amda, staggered side to side - gasping two words over and over:
"He must...he must..."
Scott had spent a long, long time forgetting his brother. Bartholomew's cheating of death was the last straw; memories had come flooding back to Scott - memories he had rather not recall, memories which fed the rage inside him. Memories he wanted to eradicate.
"I should...have kn-known." Scott pressed his cheek against the cold metal walls. The heat of his anger flowed away, his hatred flowed into excitement. A plan formed in his mind, a mind sharpened by years of cruelty. He had made it his duty never to show mercy, and now his brother would face the ultimate end.
"Should have known, known. Can't just b-b-bottle it up. Have to...have to forget.
"Drop him out. We'll drop him out."
why, brother? A familiar rumbling sound brought It's answer, the last words of Bartholomew Amda a whispering prophecy in the crowd of noise. It could be done, and it would be.
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