Everything gets old, trust me. One day you're drafting plans for defacing the Eiffel Tower, and whoops, it's done. That sure was something I did... some boring old thing that's now done and over with. Sure, the coup is always interesting, but it's so temporary and fast.

[ [ The camera moves with accordance of her making some grand gesture, even if it never turns around back on her. The room she's in is barren, even from this angle-- there's rope, a barrel, and meaningless, aged things lining the wall. It looks like a monster's haunt during the daytime. ]

I make plans and become bored, and then become bored of my own plan-making itself. It's so much... better when you turn yourself in to an unknown.