Batman Speech 소설 & 이야기

Almara’s Pov We recite the speech in flat voices the Zayne had prepared. We go through the motions as though on autopilot, just getting through this part so that the real events can begin. For all the murderous skills the familiar have, they lack in their writing. The speech was so dry there would be no way anyone back one would truly believe we meant the words we were saying. Still, even pretending to admit defeats leaves a bad taste in my mouth. “We said our piece, now let us go,” Arthur growls, clearly disturbed by the horrible words we had just spoken as well. Zayne pretends to busy himself with the camera.

It's too dark and there are too many people. "I know today has been a horrible day, but you've done well. All of you have been brave, and I can't thank you enough for your efforts. I'll keep this short—I don't wish to take up much of your time. You're all tired and deserve to rest. This speech merely serves to remind you of our accomplishments, so don't lose hope. Regardless of what happens, we stand back up, and we never stop fighting. They're cowards, plain and simple, and sooner or later, they'll pay for their crimes. Walls? They can be rebuilt. But what we're working toward is invaluable. Please, remember that."

They were using something to mess up their true voice. "Nothing, I just wanted you to know that war is about to start and you're gonna die in it." The voice chuckled. "Yeah okay, whatever," I said in a taunting tone. As I was about to hang up he kept talking, "Don't you dare hang up on me!" They shouted. How the... Bane grabbed my phone from me, furious that he knew I was going to hang up. "Who the hell are you?!" Bane shouted. "Ah hello, Mr. Bane. How's your brother Ferrell been?" They asked.