trusthell | I'll wait, so show me why you're strong

I'll wait, so show me why you're strong

[And so the day's trial for the attempted murder of Gabriel Knight draw to a close with... charitably better results then usual.

They were alive, at the least, but that didn't mean there wasn't several blows against the trust that had been built up here. One mole that attempted murder, another that quit, and another that was given the offer no doubt put strain on several relationships... most notably Sigrun's.

It was all, in a word... frankly shitty. But now it's all out there, no sense in trying to get it back.

An hour (or two) after the "trial" ends and everyone's gone off on their own business, Speedwagon heads back to the kitchen. It was the usual plan in mind, what they did after every trial. And everyone, regardless of what was said or done, would soon find a note being slipped under their door.]

[Name],
There's gonna be food in the dining hall, in case anyone's got an appetite for it.
I know some might want to be alone after that mess of an investigation, but if you don't then the offer's as open as it's always been.
I'd say sticking together might still be safer then not.

-R E.O. Speedwagon

[And yes, folks that arrive in the dining hall will find a nice spread of sandwiches, soup, and what leftovers Speedwagon could scrounge out of the fridge. Speedwagon isn't the best cook in the group, but there's definitely stuff here that's good enough to eat.

...Sigrun's 'masterpiece' was, thankfully, left out of this. Keeping folks alive is the goal, after all.]

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[Cherryblod moves then - there's no father who won't upon seeing their child cry. He lightly strokes Yosuke's back, murmuring again.]

Just let it all out.

Edited (the right words would be nice) 2016-04-24 01:24 (UTC)

[Oh he does- at Cherry's touch the muffled cries, though still muffled, only get louder. Like he had been waiting for permission. He squeezes the pillow tighter, like he intends to suffocate himself.

But, even though it had been suggested that Cherry take all the knives there's really no worry of that. He might feel like he wants to die right now, but Yosuke is not real risk to himself. Instead he just screams into the stuffing, over and over until his voice gives out. And more after that too]

[Cherryblod knows he's not - and he wasn't going to take those knives anyway. What if someone else had attacked Yosuke? That's much more likely than Yosuke harming himself intentionally.

He keeps rubbing Yosuke's back, long after Yosuke's screamed until his voice went raw.

He'd say 'it's alright' but he knows it's really not, so all he can do is be here.]

[Eventually he loosens his hold, though he doesn't uncover his face- he can't bare to see anything right now, but it's enough that Cherry can hear him]

I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I didn't think I just.... Cherry I hated him so much and...

[And he would have had to force Cherryblod, and all his friends to kill him. He'd leave that burden on them all, because he couldn't control himself. Just like he almost did with Namatame- he thought he was better then that, had grown]

I'm... I'm the same as I've always been...

It was a personal betrayal, and I don't blame you for reacting that way.

[He saw Black kiss Yosuke then, at the play - had been happy. Was looking forward to teasing the two of them over it.

Ha. Ha.]

It's so much worse when it's someone you care about than it is with a stranger. You think you know someone, and it turns out that you don't.

It's different, Yosuke. And you're a different person from the one you were then.

[There's no agreement or disagreement, just a low groan like he wants to be sick but can't]

Thanks... for stopping me. You and Sigrun saved my life.

[And Black's of course.]

It... wouldn't have been clean.

[The slash on Sigrun's jacket was proof of that. He didn't just want to stab Black, he had intended (as much as he was capable of *intending* anything in that moment) of gutting him. They didn't have the equipment to fix that. It would have been slow and painful and foul]

No, it wouldn't have.

[He's seen enough blade injuries to know that.]

But it wasn't something you were thinking through, either. I don't believe you really want him dead.

I... really really did. I... don't now, I think. I don't know.

[He had pleaded for amnesty for his friend as he left. So there must be some affection still in his heart. But looking at it hurts too much right now]

You can hate someone for what they did to you and not want them to die once the first rush of anger wears off. You can hate someone and still want them to be treated fairly, even.

[As much as Black deserves a punishment for everything he's done, he doesn't deserve to die.]

[Yosuke nods, the pillow shifting with the moment. He doesn't say anything else for a long moment... then finally sits up. The pillow is covered in fluid, and his eyes are nearly shut, red and eyelashes matted together, his hair at all angles and headphones crushed into the side of his cheek.

The cord is still around his fingers, and he looks down at the ruined jack. A beat, and he untangles it, and takes the headphones off, holding them out to Cherryblod. They are a pathetic sight]

I... I broke them.

[His words are almost childlike, as if he was holding out a small animal he had crushed out of innocent ignorance- his mouth trembles and twitches- something any father would recognize as fighting tears, but he just doesn't have any left]

I broke Mettaton's phones. I...promised I'd take c-care of them.

[Gently, he takes the headphones from Yosuke's hands and sets them down.]

He'd understand.

[Mettaton knew a lot about breaking promises.]

If you hear from him again, you can apologize.

[...this will probably never happen, but there's still some hope, somewhere, or at least he's willing to pretend there is right now.]

Maybe... I can fix them.

[The speakers are okay, he thinks. It's not ruined, it's not ruined yet]

You should give it a try.

[It'll give him something to do and it'll make him feel better if he at least attempts. And it's not like Cherryblod knows much about electronics.]

[Yosuke nods, slowly, deciding something]

I think I know what to do. But... god, Dad I'm scared.

What of, dear?

[There's a lot to be scared about right now.]

[He laughs- it sounds like a dying toad, but it's not hysteric. It's, in fact, oddly bare and honest]

Dying. Losing the people I care about. Again. Disappointing people. Being hated.

...spiders. You know, normal stuff.

I... have to talk to Will.

You do.

[It's something that'll have to be done sooner or later.]

I can be there with you if you want, or else I'll just be here. Whenever you need me. Whatever I can do for you.

I think... I have to do it on my own. Or well, as on my own as possible. I doubt Sigrun will trust me alone with him. I can't blame her.

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[He doesn't, either.]

Alright. I believe in you, my dear - with a cooler head, you'll do alright.

[Finally, he pulls Yosuke toward him in a gentle hug.]

[God, he needs the hug, and he clings back]

Sorry for snotting on your bed.

[Gently petting his hair again.]

It's nothing to worry over. Just glad you let it all out.

I'll probably need to again after tonight. Can I... crash in here for awhile?

Take as long as you need. You're always welcome in my room.

You... can go back out if you want. I mean, I could find a weapon in here if I looked I'm sure, but...

[He shrugs- he knows Cherry wouldn't think he needs to be on death watch. Either his own or someone else's. He's just too tired to fight anyone right now]

[The weapons are in the trunk and there's like eight of them even after giving all his butterfly knives to Yosuke. But no, he doesn't think that.]

Only because I need to ice my shoulder. I'll be back later, okay?

[He gives Yosuke a soft kiss on the forehead, before standing up.]

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