008. - video

[ Yurine has the recorder again, since Eko's on a rooftop again somewhere in the casino district from the faint noises and lights, patiently emptying the bullets out of the chamber of a small handgun. Its former owner is sprawled motionless and half-hanging off the roof edge next to Eko, throat ripped out. There is, of course, blood all over Eko's mouth, licked away absently as he pockets the bullets and quite calmly crushes the gun. He either doesn't know or doesn't care that Yurine is filming him, and speaks without looking at her. ]

It has been some time, hasn't it. Too long a silence is often the sign of departure. Perhaps I was remiss, if I'd but kept a closer eye on him...

[ softer, even regretful ]

But that is no guarantee either.

I will miss the sound of his voice. And the taste of him. Unfortunate, to have been such a rare sweetness.

[ Pause. After a long moment he kicks the body off the roof edge like so much garbage, and looks sternly at Yurine and the camera. ]

Turn that off. We've work to do for those that are left.

[ Click. ]