Melkor wants a good view, though he would propably prefer to avoid shooting.
This whole experience again feels quite surreal for him, like he was dropped into the movie or something..... Few months ago he would only need to wake up.
__________________ Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even unto the latest days.
"… his name is Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedeom, and he shall make you stronger than they."
Sauron to Ar-Pharazôn
"I think we should follow him, he likely knows what`s going on better than us."- Melkor states, trying to see something in the mist.
"So, what`s his name?"-He asks the Hunter. "And what does the victory mean for you?"
__________________ Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even unto the latest days.
"… his name is Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedeom, and he shall make you stronger than they."
Sauron to Ar-Pharazôn
"Oh, so we're going to head back towards the Agents? Oh, brilliant! Just brilliant! Next we'll be flying the Percy into a cloud of Sentinels intentionally..."
Klez groans, but as he is as lost as everyone else here, he will return to the boat. He keeps his pistols ready for the return trip to the opposite shore.
Berserker continues to try and hear what is going in. Trying to hear if the Agents are still firing.
"Well then my good Hunter let's cross the Delaware then," Berserker says as he takes a quick stand on the front of the ship like George Washington. Before jumping back down into his rowing position.
"What do you think Hunter means by victory? Defeating the System?"- Melkor speaks, full of doubts.
__________________ Yet the lies that Melkor, the mighty and accursed, Morgoth Bauglir, the Power of Terror and of Hate, sowed in the hearts of Elves and Men are a seed that does not die and cannot be destroyed; and ever and anon it sprouts anew, and will bear dark fruit even unto the latest days.
"… his name is Melkor, Lord of All, Giver of Freedeom, and he shall make you stronger than they."
Sauron to Ar-Pharazôn