The Mind of Quartz: The Death of Willpower

[Quartz]

Previously recorded

Moments after RIOT 510

 

"I was quiet, but I was not blind."

 

Is he dead already?

He ain't said nothin' since it ended.

Oh my, I hope for the best, of course.

We told you.

Maaan, I definitely did.

Such a bittersweet ending.

Unfortunate as it be. His mental state was never capable of keeping up.

 

Lights flick on in a locker room and a figure can be heard walking slowly as a door closes shut behind him. The view pans around the locker room as the footsteps continue. The black and blue colored boots are briefly seen.

 

"There is no illusion greater than fear."

 

Submit. You're finished.

Finished just like he was.

You weak, man. Weak.

A pity. Ending laying outside the ring. Again.

Submit.

Submit.

Submit. Your time is done.

 

The voices continue over one another, eventually blurring together into an incoherent static like noise. The boots stop suddenly in front of the view of the camera. In a wall mounted mirror, the figure is revealed to be Quartz.

 

Quartz stands facing the mirror with a totally blank expression on his face. He is holding a black OCW t-shirt in one hand and the PRISTINE SUNGLASSES in the other.

 

"When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."

 

Tthc-Yc--hbf---i

hiao-oh--aeo---j

emsm-ua--ser---i

-e-e--rnce-nfeittu

 

 

The voices and all other sounds halt. Ijitu Quartz's expression has changed from blank and emotionless to awake...energetic.

 

Quartz steps back from the mirror and peers around the room. His head barely moves, only his eyes shifting around, observing his surroundings.

 

Quartz drops the black t-shirt on the ground and raises the sunglasses up to observe them. After several moments staring at the sunglasses... Quartz suddenly crushes them inside his hand, dropping them on the ground besides the t-shirt.

 

Quartz: Nice set up we have here. Your purpose has been filled. Thank you.

 

Quartz raises his arms and begins to scowl slightly as he investigates them closely.

 

Quartz: Hm. I can see your lack of motivation has caused this... unacceptably doughy frame. This must be corrected at once. Time is not on my side.

 

Quartz continues as he turns his gaze at the floor. He stares at the mangled pair of PRISTINE SUNGLASSES on the floor beside his feet.

 

Quartz: It has been an interesting -- albeit disappointing end. I'm sorry that you couldn't handle it.

 

Quartz: You tried so hard to prove to everyone what you could never prove to yourself.

 

Quartz: You spent your time here trying to prove to him that you were better than he was. That you wouldn't give up like he did.

 

Quartz: Hiding behind these sunglasses. Hiding behind the tearing down of others. Hiding behind your inability to show true strength to these people.

 

Quartz: The whole time, it wasn't the ones inside that ring that were your enemies...

 

Quartz: Your biggest enemy was yourself, Ijitu. Your worst fear was revealing that weakness that he showed.

 

Quartz: Hiding these insecurities ultimately proved to be your undoing. This expectancy that simple willpower would suffice.

 

Quartz: It is clear to me that these distractions removed your attention from where it needed to be. This was assumed from the start, however.

 

Quartz: It's not your fault. I think you know that. You just weren't meant for this... This life.

 

Quartz pauses for a moment before looking back up into the dim lighting in the room. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

 

Quartz: Don't worry. Get some rest. You deserve it.

 

Quartz: My mission has just begun. Operation Phoenix is a go. I must debrief with Cohle at once... Let's put this behind us.

 

Quartz stomps his left foot down on the PRISTINE SUNGLASSES, further crushing them into a mess of pieces. The sound of the crunch echoes through the room as Quartz removes his elbow pads and wrist tape.

 

As he walks from the room in a hurried, more energetic pace, the camera stays behind. The view of the crushed sunglasses and t-shirt hold their place in the foreground.

 

The door falls shut and the camera turns to black simultaneously. The sound of the door closing echoing loudly... before silence falls over the room.

[Jacob Trance]

I didn't realise your face was changing for a few seconds, thought I was having a stroke. Nice work.

[Rust Cohle]

Masterfull job !

[Quartz]

I didn't realise your face was changing for a few seconds, thought I was having a stroke. Nice work.

 

Any time I can incite a stroke, I consider it a win. Thanks!

[H20_]

Give them hell at Savage Lands!

[Rust Cohle]

Give them hell at Savage Lands!

 

Yes we will sir. CQC