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POST-CREDITS SEQUENCE
INT./EXT. TEN RINGS - COURTYARD - NEXT MORNING
The morning is cold and foggy. A gentle quiet pervades the courtyard. Trevor walks along the edge of the courtyard. The cracked lens of his camcorder has been replaced. His voice wavers with emotion as he films a deeply scratched and gouged section of stone.
TREVOR (O.C.)
And over here was his favorite place to burrow. Every time we'd sneak about on our morning constitutional, he'd go absolutely wild and I'd say "Oy, Morris! Leave off with it! Someone'll find out you're here!" And then he'd say to me – oh!
Surprised, the camcorder whips around to show Mattias standing silent and still at the edge of the courtyard training ground. Staring at the throne, his bare back faces us, training equipment forgotten at his feet.
This is the first time he's been seen without the standard tactical vest and between his shoulder blades is a large ceremonial BRAND. Soft ridges of pale, shiny scar tissue glimmer in the gray morning light - ten interlocked circles with swords crossed at their center, the brand Xu Wenwu burned there to mark Mattias as a commander in the Ten Rings.
Lost in thought, Mattias is stricken over the deep ethical boundaries he crossed when Xialing rocked his world the night before.
TREVOR (O.C.)
You alright there, mate? D’you need-
Mattias startles, guilty. It takes him a moment to respond.
MATTIAS
No. Nothing.
TREVOR (O.C.)
Umm.
A beat. Mattias looks back to the throne.
MATTIAS
(bereft)
Nothing is wrong.