The camera is zoomed in on the face of one Robert Kingsley, a close-up shot that doesn't allow for the viewers to peer at the area surrounding him. It's a severe shot, one filled with dark shadows and highlights that emphasize the glint in Kingsley's eyes. He's wearing a smile, one less predatory than he usually wears. Intimidation isn't the tactic this time around."Good evening my fellow reincarnates."
Robert's voice is low and conversational, mimicking that of FDR's fireside chats. The camera begins to pan back, revealing legs draped over one another with his hands folded on his knees. The more the camera pulls back, the more is revealed--like the fact that Robert is perched comfortably on a purple beanbag."Tonight it is necessary to set a few misconceptions straight. The world of reincarnates is in peril. What our adversaries would have you believe in the Agency and through Camelot is that they have the situation under control, and that we are the evil ones. This, my friends, is not the case."
For a moment, Robert looks sad, even looking briefly away from the camera as he sighs. He's gotten better at acting."We at the Resistance are not your enemy. We've been forced into every act we've done by the scoundrels in your reincarnate government who allow self-professed vigilantes in Camelot to run the show for their own purposes. We've been painted to be the bad guys to further their control over your lives, and what has it brought you? The world is now aware of our existence and working to eliminate reincarnates. It's not safe for you in this world any more. Tonight, the Resistance offers you protection. Join us, and we promise those who wish to harm you in the non-reincarnate world will be unable to lay a finger on you or your family. Join us, and have a chance at survival. Don't buy into Camelot's hidden agenda with their allies in the Agency. Be free, my friends. Good night."
The picture fades to black.