trusthell | Take...Responsibility?

Take...Responsibility?

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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[He doesn't look at him, doesn't say anything.

Just gives a half shrug with one shoulder- whatever. He doesn't care anymore]

[ That's fine; he doesn't expect much, not after all of that.

So, after another solid inhale. ]

Can you at least stay and listen for a little while? I promise I won't lie. [ ... ] And unfortunately, I'm a man of my word.

[ It—doesn't matter what happens, because Black's going to try and stand up on his own two feet instead of leaning against Sigrun; he wipes at his eyes, then finally takes his glasses off and hangs them on his shirt. They're too salted to see out of right now. ]

It was... after Caren's trial. I'd asked the Kingmaker about a few things on my mind, and then I lamented to the Kingmaker about my own stupid cowardice—about how I couldn't kill to save White. I didn't know she was dead then, but... well, you know. [ Twins. ] He mentioned there was a way to get more indepth answers than simple "yes" or "no," and I wanted that. I wanted to know how he could do the things he could do, I wanted to know if I could save my sister, I...

[ ... ]

So I told him about our meetings. I even told him about everyone's ghosts and Glory, because he told me later down the line that he'd definitely like to hear about them if they were actually around.

I should've quit. I know. I'm always making deals with shitty people for shitty reasons. [ ... ] I didn't try to kill Mr. Knight because of any of that, though.

I'm afraid of dying. I'm afraid of losing you, Yosuke, and everyone else too, but I don't want to die yet, so I decided I'd try to kill someone to make sure I didn't die. I... [ ...he can't look at any of them, so the ceiling it is. ] I kissed you knowing that I'd be trying to kill someone when the opportunity arose for it, and I'm sorry. I really did like you—probably more than I really should have.

[ ...but— ] Not that any of it matters now, I guess. No one died, so no one wins the game, which means the Kingmaker's going to do whatever the hell he wants, I guess.

[ ...he's gonna sit back down. ]

Sorry. I'd ask for you—any of you—not to hate me, but I know that's impossible.

...you couldn't kill him.

...no, I couldn't. [ He's so tired.

If he had just confessed to the whole attempted murder thing, would this mole thing have gotten out? ...it wouldn't have. He's a fucking idiot. ]

I wasn't... lying exactly. Almost everything I said was true.

I was working on Shirazu's dragon and looking over my notes, just like I said, and I did hear someone in the hallway. That someone was Mr. Knight, going to the library. I... I knew that the end of the week was getting closer, and I wanted a chance to win, so I went back to my room just like I said I did.

But it wasn't to stay there. I went there to get a knife, and then I went into the library after him. I'm not the strongest person, and I didn't want a fight or anything, so... I snuck up behind him and choked him until he stopped moving. I was going to stab him, just to make certain he was dead, but I was nervous and jumpy, and I thought I saw someone in the hallway.

So I panicked, dropped the knife, and ran. I went to the bathroom to calm down, then grabbed my things from the dining room. Most of my things.

[ ... ]

Then I went back to my room, hoping that I actually managed to kill him. [ Even though that'd put so many more people's lives at stake. ]

[His eyes flick over, finally looking at Black. Gaze blank and dull. Glassy]

Okay. I... I hope you all keep that in mind, whenever you decide what to do. For... my sake.

[And he looks away, pushing Napstablook's headphones up onto his head from his neck, his fingers moving in his pocket around his mp3 player. A pause, and he pulls it out, looking at it. The battery finally died.

Yosuke gives a small noise that might be a laugh in some alternate reality where things aren't awful, and with a sudden jerky moment swings him arm to the side, flinging the small device aside, like he could have thrown his knife- hard, and into the wall with enough force that it cracks loudly. The headphones dig into his neck and pulls half off his head and the jack pulls out of the wires. They won't play again]

I'm going to my room.

[He assumes Cherryblod will follow. He doesn't look back to be sure.]

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