Endshapes/Πικτόγραμμα
-It's just started. A beginning to an end. It's our moment of glory, you know.
-Is it? What glory is there in defeat?
-Stillness. That's the real outcome of every battle. We can't really be surprised at this. We all knew.
-Nobody knew!
-Well they know now. And i'm sure they're not surprised.
-I don't like this glory, it's thin. Are we just going to sit here and watch it all go?
-I can't see anything better. Can you hear the panic roar?
-Yes. I hear a shrill form. A bent latitude.
-The city will be a foam of polished driftwood. Bricks are breaking glass and iron.
-What did we all make, in the end?
-Footprints, they will say.
-Who will say?
-The ones after us. There's bound to be others, after us.
-They'll be nothing like us.
-Yes. That's true.
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