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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.]
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.]
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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[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]
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[As much as Black deserves a punishment for everything he's done, he doesn't deserve to die.]
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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.
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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.]
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[The speakers are okay, he thinks. It's not ruined, it's not ruined yet]
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[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.]
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I think I know what to do. But... god, Dad I'm scared.
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[There's a lot to be scared about right now.]
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Dying. Losing the people I care about. Again. Disappointing people. Being hated.
...spiders. You know, normal stuff.
I... have to talk to Will.
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[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.
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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.]
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Sorry for snotting on your bed.
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It's nothing to worry over. Just glad you let it all out.
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[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]
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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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[he tugs off his shoes finally, and curls up under the blanket]