[Drewitt sits at a wooden table, in a dark room, a single light illuminating him and the area around him. The light swings slightly, adding to the slight unease.]

“War never changes, they say. I can certainly see some truth in that. I’ve been warring with people my whole life. I battled that candyman oaf who made me the way I am. I battled Tombstone to the very brink. I fought for John The Revelator in his quest to open that door. These are all choices I made as a man of resolve and determination. These are all choices I made as a man who has always believed in standing up for his own beliefs.”

[Drewitt looks down at the table. In the centre sits a chess board, ready for a new game.]

“War has always been about two opposing sides, each thinking they are right and the other side is wrong. Sometimes it’s clear to see who is right, which side is the light…”

[He picks up a white pawn.]

“…and which side is the dark.”

[He picks up a black pawn with the other hand.]

“And sometimes it’s not so clear at all.”

[He swipes the chess board off the table in one swoop.]

“When I chose to ride with the other horsemen of the Apokalypsis, I did so because I thought we were all aligned in vision. We knew something big was behind that door, and we knew it was probably something bad. I thought we were all on the light side. That Zeus – and eventually Narcissa – was the dark side. But it was never that simple. It was all shades of grey.”

“When we first met you, Gemini, you represented the war within oneself. You had a light side and a dark side, facing an endless war, until one side won out. The dark side. Nergal. But Gemini rose from the ashes of Nergal soon after, only I should have noticed. There was no longer a light side and a dark side battling each other. You were grey since the day Nergal left. And if you were grey that meant that light side we were all on no longer aligned. I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t.”

“Instead, I was left in the darkness, entombed behind a door I never thought I’d escape. Stuck facing an eternity of living and dying and living again, forced to watch my only company meet their eternal ends in the most brutal fashion. The darkness around us soon seeped deep into my soul, driving out any light I once had in me. I became a product of the environment I was trapped in.”

“I’m plagued by my own inner-Nergal, Gemini, only I can’t shake it off. I can’t find the light, no matter how many fires I set in Anestheria.”

[Drewitt stands, his tall frame now blocking the light, leaving only a dark shadow where his face should be.]

“They say war never changes, but unfortunately for you, this War fucking has, and he ain’t ever going to be the same again.”

[Cut.]