People were in confusion over the horrible death. The excited commentator explained the state of tension in the world and made the situation sound hopeless. His message was, that the end had come.
The screen went blank and silence hung over the room, giving a cold and eerie feeling to both men.
"Every time, it is the same for me!" Brook admitted. "My heart is torn apart at the pains that I see."
Lloyd's in awe expression had left him. He too felt as Brook did, full of sorrow and anger.
"If only there was some way to change what had happened." he remarked, and slowly shifted back to Brook.
"They were supposed to be civilized. They could have prevented that war but instead they chose to rid their problems by trying total genocide. They accumulated great knowledge and possessed god-like powers through their machines. But they used the earth as their toy, until, like infants, they broke it."
Lloyd sat down, removed and folded his cape over the back of Brook's chair. Silence held both men as they collected their thoughts, forcing into their own hearts a coldness of indifference to what they observed.
Lloyd shattered the annoying silence between them as he stood up and went to Brook, by his cabinets.
"What do you call this machine, my Lord?"
"I do not know the actual name, but I call it my gadget. My father gave this one to me and told me of a hollow mountain, where there is one that is much greater. Unfortunately, the ArchBishop has one, too."