As the announcement that Barbarossa won is made, Cicero quietly exits the room amid the confusion. The guards at the door salute him as he passes out of the Apostolic Palace, and he passes them without a word or a glance.
He walks to the gates of the Vatican, passing the lines of guards, deployed to defend against the rioters. He is stopped by the Sergeant on duty.
"Your Eminence!" he shouts over the din. "You can't go out there, it's too dangerous! The rioters have almost cracked the gates and the city is burning like it's the time of Nero!"
Cicero casts him a cold look and says, "They are chanting for me correct? The Sergeant hesitantly confirms this. "Than where have you found the foolish idea that they would harm me?" He marches past the Sergeant who is too dumbfounded to stop him.
Outside the gates, the rioters cheer from behind their barricades facing the palace as they see him exit the gates. Cicero mounts a podium made of a discarded crate and begins once again to speak before a crowd of rioters. "My friends I have left them to be with you! Call me Cardinal no longer, the title is more unbearable to me than any insult known by Man!" A roaring cheer is echoed by this, reverberated in every soul gathered there.
"The corrupt souls within those walls have finished their so-called election and do you know who they have chosen? In their wickedness they have elected a heathen Pope! The man, if he can so be called, Barbarossa has been declared "Holy Father!" The last two words come out of his mouth as if they were vile snakes rather than words, hissing with contempt.
"And so as that institution known as the Catholic Church is now departed from God, I shall now depart from it! God's plan now lies in the Republic, in it's People! And we will tolerate their corrupt, devilish influence no more! We shall tear it down brick by brick and send all who dare to defend it to hell!" The crowd cheers and begins to swarm towards the palace, murder in their eyes and justice in their souls.