Take...Responsibility?

[kingmakereffect]

Unlike previous weeks in the Vault, there was no specifically allotted time for investigation; for the first time, this weekend the elevator doors remain closed at the end of the first floor corridor. There's no getting down into the courtroom from here – but then, you don't need to. After all, no one is dead. Just the same, however, a crime has been committed; perhaps not one that warrants any sort of death penalty, but one of your number was attacked by someone else still walking among you. The dining hall has been chosen as the allotted meeting place for the day; it's not the same as the trial circle by a long shot, but even so, the portraits of the deceased watch the proceedings from the far wall. Ten Survivors still remain. Let's see who wanted to lower that number by one – or nine.

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[penduli]

[ He flinches just a little—at the raised voice, and at the use of his real name, and—no, he isn't quite the picture of composed and calm anymore, with a tremor in his voice from... everything. ]

Dying. [ ...there, that's it, but that's not all— ] Losing the people I care about, again. Disappointing people. Being hated. Spiders. Normal people things, Yosuke, what the hell do you think?

[garudynamic]

Oh fuck you!

[He's not sitting anymore, hands on the table and almost in Black's face. He's being irrational- again, he has no reason to doubt Black other then his gut. And his gut is howling in agony]

I KNOW that!

Just... tell me something. Anything. Tell me something happened to push this. Tell me why you're acting. Please.

[penduli]

[ SORRY, BIT OF A SITUATION HERE, PLEASE HOLD. ]