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- Jubal meditating in the circle. Even larger, pulling back into the “sky”, foreground now filled by the giant spiky mass of the Numidium.
- Jubal looking up at the Numidium. The shattered remnants of home beyond it.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Hello.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- I guess you know the deal. I kill you now.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- No, really, I do. I’d tell you it was my plan all along, but you don’t believe in those, do you?
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Plans, I mean. But you will. Would you mind, you know, doing this face to face?
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Serial contrarian to the last. Just do it. For both our sakes. I promise no tricks.`
- Jubal talks as the Numidium starts to shrink to a proper size.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Thank you. I mean that. The others got it all wrong.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Just get down here, already. That’s a good boy.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- In those others I include the ones who made you. The Dwemer. ‘The Dwarves’. Whatever.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Look, you don’t have to respond to anything I say if you don’t want to, but I already know you know that. So listen for once. Can you do that?
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- I’ll take that as a yes. And I know that any kind of ‘yes’ makes you do what you do, and that only ends in disaster, so hear me out.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- I’m going to start with some scripture from my people—
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- Jubal and the Numidium face-to-face.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Whoa now, just listen. I promised no tricks. Can I just—
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- —okay, then.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- After that, I’ll end with some words of your people.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- “ACCORDING TO THE CODES OF MEPHALA, THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE THEORIST AND THE TERRORIST. EVEN THE MOST CHERISHED DESIRE DISAPPEARS IN THEIR HANDS. THIS IS WHY MEPHALA HAS BLACK HANDS. BRING BOTH OF YOURS TO EVERY ARGUMENT—“
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- I know. Every other word makes you angry. Wrong word. Every assertion does. But just hear it out.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- “THE ONE-HANDED KING FINDS NO REMEDY. WHEN YOU APPROACH GOD, HOWEVER, CUT BOTH OF THEM OFF. GOD HAS NO NEED OF THEORY AND HE IS ARMORED HEAD TO TOE IN TERROR.“
- NUMIDIUM
- …
- NUMIDIUM (CONT’D)
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- It’s literary and portentous. I get that. But the alternative? The words of yours? Those are easy.
- Jubal steps out of the circle.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- “No.”
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- “No.”
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- “No.”
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- “No.”
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- “No.”
- Jubal and the Numidium face-to-face.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- I mean, really, you’re just being a brat.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Your philosophy is, for a lack of a better term, the Entitled Teenager. I know you wanted it to be something else. Something more pure, maybe, like Never Underestimate The Little Guy.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- But that just sucks, too. It gets you nowhere. It got us to this. Everyone ran here to get away from you. To avoid you. Landfall, day one.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- But at some point in time, we all have to grow up.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Help me with my scarves. No hands of my own and all.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Do it.
- Numidium begins to unwrap the scarves, exposing Jubal’s face.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Let’s face it. You were made to say “fuck it”. That’s not an answer that lasts. But, hey look, a lot of us took it to heart.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Together, your people and mine, we joined forces, and said “fuck that shit” to the men that invaded our lands.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Afterwards? Yeah, we turned on each other, like people do. But we took you.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Because, hey, “fuck it, we won, we do what we want.”
- Numidium and Jubal now truly face-to-face.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Then some other men invaded us. And they weren’t kidding around this time.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Guess what? The only way we got out of it was to give you to them.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Because, hey, “fuck it, they won, they get to do what they want.”
- Jubal walking closer to the Numidium.
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- And the whole time? You were the escape route. You are ‘The Disappearance of the Dwarves’—
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Wasn’t that hard to figure out. Mainly because other people did before me. But there was always this one unanswered question, tickling in the back brains.
- Here it comes. Jubal halts, he needs an answer.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- WHY DO YOU KEEP COMING BACK?
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Red Mountain. Alinor. Reclaiming all the tone-shouts from Atmora that they took from YOU?
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- Stomping— to put it kindly— all of Hammerfell into the ocean to, I don’t know, remind its people of their history. And then you chased us here. What is the goddamn point?
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL(CONT’D)
- I mean, really, and I’m really, really asking because no one ever has been, I think, brave enough: do you have some kind of unfinished business?
- NUMIDIUM
- MAYBE.
- Jubal and the Numidium face-to-face. Jubal is pointing at the Numidium with an arm that has no hand.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Don’t you dare do that! That’s the magic word and we promised no tricks!
- Jubal and the Numidium stare each other down.
- NUMIDIUM
- GREY AREA. GREY MAYBE.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- I KNEW IT!
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- YOU JUST WANTED TO WIN!
- NUMIDIUM
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- NUMIDIUM
- YES.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- …finally. Thank you. And I’m sorry.
- The Numidium cocks its head. Jubal almost looks sorry for it.
- NUMIDIUM
- ?
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- Don’t you get it? Your people tried to run, but couldn’t. My people have to run, and I needed to hear the way out.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (CONT’D)
- We’re finally talking the same language.
- Jubal cuts the Numidium’s head off with an empty speech balloon.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL
- (SPEECH BALLOON EMPTY)
- Jubal lies exhausted on top of the decapitated body of the Numidium. It has no spikes now. It’s just a brass body with no head. Five different fingers point at the scene. Ghostly fingers. The Digitals.
- TEXT UPPER LEFT
- The Wheel As IS. TEM designate: LASTFALL.
- DIGITAL FINGER 1
- REGISTERED BY C0DA.
- DIGITAL FINGER 2
- NO MORE WHEEL. NO MORE LULL.
- DIGITAL FINGER 3
- UNION.
- DIGITAL FINGER 4
- THEN WE SING.
- DIGITAL FINGER 5
- YES. TONAL ARCHITECTURE SET TO THEME: LOVELETTER: WEDDING: AMARANTH.
- Jubal is armored in the brass shell of the Numidium. His grey long hair is braided. He wears the crest-badge of his house. He has a hawk on one arm and a spear in the other. He is ready.
- TEXT UPPER LEFT (FONT DIFF)
- Ald Sotha. Under-Manor of House Sul. The Wedding Day.
- JUBAL-LUN-SUL (V.O.)
- “The fire is mine: let it consume thee,
- And make a secret door at the altar of the Aurbis,
- In the House of the Worm, Where we become safe,
- And looked after.”
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