To Whom It May Concern

There was something here that would explain it.

Trial

*points to jury, light illuminates a panel of clones of the same person*

See this place, observe it from afar, the solitude of a master well within his craft.

“Jokers are wild, D.”

Sword, bow and gun gleam with potential animus.

All there was left to do was watch the horizon.

Do you understand the full nature of your crime?

A finale worthy of an illustrious career. Who gets that?

No breath now. All that was left was the finger on the trigger. And the mark…

Battered but as of yet unbroken, Dick sat in his spot.