We were the kings and queens of promise

[Doesn't look up from where he sits beside the leg of the Lancelot. The notepad from the other day pokes out, almost toppling, from the side pocket of his pants, which are torn in numerous places and generally a mess. He's not wearing any coat or jacket and his wildly disheveled hair doesn't help the image. Before him is a chessboard -- recovered from someplace in Shinkiro -- the white half of the board by now suffering substantial losses. He picks up the black king and places it, leaving a dull click in the empty bay...]

Good morning, Suzaku.