[he doesn't know the word xiansheng, but it's delivered softly enough (why are the edges of his vision fuzzy? it was the kids. it was seeing those two kids, of a certain age, you know, how could you--- no.) and there had been the small bow - polite, unthreatening. he speaks into the machine, its red eye unlit:]
The bow's a nice touch. Unexpected.
[the device is a ghost. a shell of a thing that's only giving him comfort as long as he allows it (or maybe not, he did take that one peaceful breath after all) but this shell of a man who has only moments before begun to engage with this place on a level where he is willing to acknowledge that yes, this is a place.
hell is a place, too.
(that room had been a---)
no, he can shelve that thought for a moment, can't he?]
It's empty. It records my voice so I can play it back later, only it doesn't because there's no tape in it.
[is this man real? he can't say, but he is out of fucks in a way he can't identify (later he will realize that this is calm) so he is going to roll with it whilst he searches for a napkin to wipe off his besauced finger.]
it is an underrated film! i love it quite a lot!!
The bow's a nice touch. Unexpected.
[the device is a ghost. a shell of a thing that's only giving him comfort as long as he allows it (or maybe not, he did take that one peaceful breath after all) but this shell of a man who has only moments before begun to engage with this place on a level where he is willing to acknowledge that yes, this is a place.
hell is a place, too.
(that room had been a---)
no, he can shelve that thought for a moment, can't he?]
It's empty. It records my voice so I can play it back later, only it doesn't because there's no tape in it.
[is this man real? he can't say, but he is out of fucks in a way he can't identify (later he will realize that this is calm) so he is going to roll with it whilst he searches for a napkin to wipe off his besauced finger.]