[Red Snow has not long concluded, and Felix Foley sits in the backstage area, his back against a wall. Sweat drips down his back and blood stains his cheeks.]
“Omne trium perfectum.”
[He rests his head backwards.]
“Everything that comes in threes is perfect.”
[His eyes aren’t looking at the camera, but through it.]
“But we’re far from perfect, aren’t we?”
[Foley rubs his right eye, pulling stained blood from it and looking at his hand.]
“Harold Attano won’t be winning any father of the year awards. I’m hardly experienced in the matter of being a father but at this stage, I’d consider myself somewhat an authority on what it takes to be a bad one.
You had your chance, Harold. With all due respect, you had your chance. You’ve not given your poor daughter any semblance of a reason to believe you deserve another, yet the sheer arrogance of you to believe that by the very nature of conception, you’ve earned one, is truly astounding.”
[Foley laughs to himself.]
“Then there’s Grimskull, involved in keeping the biggest secret in Arcadian history from every citizen who deserved to know the truth. A monster involved in the aftermath of the murder plot of century.
You knew about the door to the great beyond for months and said nothing. You did… nothing. You kept that from us, Preacher. When the one moment came that Arcadia needed you to live up to that name and preach, you fell silent.”
[He laughs again.]
“And finally, there’s me. I’m the creation built from lies and deceit. I’m the face of deception. I’m the man that walked into Red Snow having been beaten from pillar to post by a monster. Arrogant enough not to accept his fate. Egotistical enough to believe he was better than he ever thought possible.
A man whose father abused him because he was convinced he’d become a monster.”
[Foley pulls himself off the floor and walks past the camera to the wall, pulling a poster off in which reveals his trios match. He was looking at this before.]
“We’re three that are far from perfect, but you know something fellas? Neither are our opponents.
Gravedigger murdered his mentor and savior. He stole the very thing that made Tombstone what he was, knowing it would end everything he became.
Narcissa butchered Deathrow inmates by the handful in her fruitless pursuit that led her to joining forces with the very man she claimed to want to dethrone.
And Hatchet took a job to kill an innocent father and son who just wanted the truth about what happened to someone they loved.”
[Foley screws up the poster and tosses it in the trash.]
“The difference between us is clear, wouldn’t you say? We’re fighting for what’s right. We’ve come away from our trials and tribulations with a clear mind to set things straight. Harold wants to make it up to his daughter. Grimskull wants to make it up to Arcadia.
And I want to make it up to the children I deceived.
Together, we make not be a perfect three, but we’re a better three than they are.”
[Foley nods, walking away.]