The scene opens out onto the villa compound on the outskirts of Perth at some point late in the evening. The sun has just sunk below the horizon, and the skies are still lit up with a few weak rays of red and yellow. The sound of footfalls along the path bring the cameras gaze around, and allowing it to fall onto Heinrich von Richtoven, as he makes his way past.

Following behind, Heinrich makes his way down the crazy paved path and down towards the balcony overlooking the pool, but makes a left turn, and down towards a series of palm trees, deserted but for one man lying underneath them; Hans von Richtoven.

As Heinrich draws closer, his pace slows, until he comes to a rest just above his brother. Hans’ ears perk at the sounds of his brothers footfalls, but his eyes are shut, head fixed straight ahead up at the stars.

(Heinrich): You've been out here a while.

He groans slightly, as he lowers himself into a squatting position, keeping his balance with the aid of his hands, before slowly manoeuvring himself into a seated position; legs outstretched.

(Heinrich): You thinking of coming in anytime soon?

Hans' head moves from side to side, his eyelids remaining closed.

(Hans): Maybe in a bit, but not now.

(Heinrich): You've been out here each evening like clockwork. Care to let me know why?

Hans rolls his head to the left; opening his eyes as he does so, allowing his gaze to fall upon his brother. All the while, a sceptical expression forms.

Heinrich sees this, and chuckles quietly, before placing his right hand over where his heart.

(Heinrich): Ok ok, it's not really for my benefit; honest. Vanessa's just getting a bit worried, that's all.

(Hans): Ah…

His expression softens as his head turns back to look up at the stars. A few seconds pass, before it snaps back around to face towards his brother.

(Hans): What's she worried about in particular?

(Heinrich): That you still won't say what it was that Senester said to you during that match. That's the big question I guess. Then there's Butch, and how you clearly don't want to talk about it…

He prods himself in the chest whilst continuing to speak.

(Heinrich): … Although mind you, I'm also trying to pretend I never saw what happened. And then there are these nightly, oh I don't know…. meditation sessions?

Hans sighs, absorbing his brother's words, before unfolding his arms from behind his head, and sitting upright.

(Hans): The less she knows about what Senester said, the better.

(Heinrich): That's not good enough Hans.

Hans rolls his eyes, slumping forward somewhat.

(Hans): Well you know full well what he can come out with on any given day. You heard his various promos exhorting me to do what I must against Logan and…

He waves his hand in a lazy manner across his chest, partly in frustration and partly to stall his brother from interrupting.

(Hans): … And then he has Butch come out. Look Heinrich…

He falls silent for a moment, searching for the words needed.

(Hans): … I… it was like Butch… and Matthew all over again, that's all I could think of. Every time Butch hammered that chair into Anton or Davis, I could see myself raking that bat wrapped in barbed wire across Butch's leg, and into the back of Matthew's head.

His right hand flexes almost involuntarily, as he relieves the moment in his mind.

(Hans): It could so easily have been me in place of Anton and Davis.

He runs his hands through his hair.

(Hans): This last fortnight or so has been nothing but a… series of anti-climaxes.

(Heinrich): How’d you figure that?

(Hans): There’s been so many points where Senester could have let out, what I wanted him to feel. I wanted him to hate me for the way I took off. I wanted him to hate me for the way I came back to the aid of the friend I’d assaulted and made amends with. I got indifference at first, and now this, this camaraderie, this interest in my wellbeing.

(Heinrich): Please don’t tell me you’re actually paying attention to what he says.

(Hans): …

(Heinrich): Don’t you dare Hans. Don’t you dare even think about what that man says.

Heinrich stares intently at his brother, who can only turn his head to the side, eyes dropping to the floor.

(Heinrich): You promised Vanessa.

(Hans): How…

Heinrich continues, cutting off his brother.

(Heinrich): You promised me. You promised Mark. You promised Matthew…

(Hans): Heinrich, I…

Heinrich gets to his feet swiftly, a sorrowful expression forming as he looks down on his brother.

(Heinrich): I’ll be inside with the others. You might want to think on our words, rather than Senester’s for a while. It’ll do you good…

Heinrich turns and begins the walk up the path towards the villa.

Hans’ head drops forward onto his chest, a low ragged exhalation of breath breaking the relative silence of the night.

He slumps backwards, once more lying on his back. His hands go to his face, coming to rest over his eyes, before slowly falling to either side, past the cheeks and eventually round the back of his head to cradle it above the ground, as his eyelids close tightly.

(Hans): *Quietly* You’re right…

The scene fades to black.