[Video was a mistake. He doesn't even remember why, exactly, he thought it was the best approach. Something about sincerity or the like. But Enoch finds himself staring at the camera, propped up against the backrest of a gaudy 70s-style couch, and he can't find the words to say. He stares into the camera with dark-rimmed nigh-sleepless eyes, red from crying, wordless, before burying his head in both hands. Only then does he manage to speak. His voice is shaky, and he stumbles over his words.]

I'm sorry. I'm still- I don't know why I thought I could just say it so easily... He's gone. Rhys. The anomaly looked- it looked like a robot he knew, there was nothing to distinguish it until it was close enough to feel and- and then it was too late. It took him before I could react.

I'm sorry, I'm- I'm so sorry, I- should have-...

[He folds to his knees, the top of his head visible in the frame. He is in no shape to do this. But he had to.]

I had- I had to warn you all. Be careful.