Sensing the old man's thoughts, Durin had no choice but to push aside his distractions and begin to construct the scene.
The scene quickly changed, two young men sat amidst rubble, under the shroud of a night sky full of corpses and blood. As they watched the flames that consumed the city in the distance, one of them picked up a burning piece of firewood to light the wrinkled cigarettes at the corner of their mouths for each other.
"How come you didn't take the scepter with you?" the young Robert pointed at the blood-stained scepter at his peer's feet.
"The old Secretary handed it to me, he said that the First Commune had reached its end, and history will judge their rights and wrongs. He told me to destroy the scepter so that those who come after us can reshape our ideology without following the same old path," his peer said, placing the scepter at Robert's feet: "I'm giving it to you now."
