okay, let's talk about Schlatt's death
it was sad
imagine Jschlatt, drunk and crying, punching fundy in the chest because he believed that at least he would be on his side, surrounded by his citizens, all traitors who want him dead and he knows that everything is lost, and he drinks, he drinks until he feels his chest hurts and he doesn't stop. sliding down the wall of the old van, he looks one last time at all the familiar faces and realizes how nobody seems to care, nobody tries to help, everyone looks at him with a mixture of anger, disgust and even pity. soon he no longer has the strength to curse, so he just mumbles while drinking and lets the tears flow free.
a sharp pain hits his chest and he knows it is the end. and in the back of his mind he thinks: a pathetic way to die for a pathetic man
