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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[captainobnoxious]

[.......]

I understand why you're angry, and the answer is no. I couldn't have. I wouldn't even be able to vote for him, just like I couldn't vote for Mettaton in the end.

[So she wouldn't be responsible for his death, unlike the others. Unlike himself.

And now she's lifting her chin a little, looking at Bruce.]

But I still wouldn't regret this. I don't regret standing up for Mettaton, and I don't regret trying to protect Black. Even if it makes me a worse person for it.

[amygdalae]

[Bruce just wishes he could understand how anybody could be proud for doing this. For trying to help people who are just making use of you. How is that supposed to be 'love'? How is that good? Its just blind devotion that people will make use of and abuse again and again and again--

("I adore you... but I need the Other Guy.")

Bruce less out a hiss and turns his gaze away from Sigrun, jaw clenched. There's nothing else he can't say that isn't hashing out the same old thing.

He's done with her right now.]