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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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Maybe he is. Black twiddles his thumbs, watching Sigrun look through Mettaton's stuff, and sighs. He... can't blame it, and he agreed to it. It's not like he really has any right to complain either—he's the one who sold them out for the last month and a half, roughly. He's the one who knew what he was getting into, what it'd cost if anyone found out the closer he got to people, what would happen if he...
he was so stupid, thinking he could keep secrets from anyone. Even if he had killed someone all those weeks ago and saved White (somehow), he's sure it would've come up eventually. Even if he managed to keep his deal and what their parents did for White under wraps—that was just because neither of them wanted to talk about that day, wasn't it?
He feels completely hollowed out, and all he wants to do is go back to his room and sleep and never come out again. Black watches Sigrun for another moment, then watches the floor instead. ]
...Miss Sigrun?
[ He's... testing the waters, and it's evident in his tone. Hesitant, soft, ready to close up again at the first sign of "Don't talk to me." ]
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Yes, sweetheart?
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But he hums, trying to work up the courage to not sound like a child on the verge of tears. ]
Do you... does everyone hate me? [ ...his courage was all for naught, because guess what he sounds like. Doesn't stop there, either. ] I— I wouldn't blame them, any of them, because what I did... what I've been doing isn't forgivable, but I...
[ Well, the world sure is getting mistier again, and he grits his teeth. He's not going to cry. He did enough of that earlier. ]
I don't want them to. [ Especially her. Especially Yosuke. Especially Cherryblod. ]
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I can't say about everyone else, but I don't hate you, Black. I... kinda get Cherry's feelings about loving someone even if they did bad things, even if they hurt you somehow, because I still love Mettaton, too.
[As over it as she should be, there's just... Well. Anyway.]
I don't forgive him and I won't forgive you, but that doesn't mean I hate you. It'll take time for the others to trust you, I'm sure -- Yosuke especially, [because she knows that's probably one of the bigger ones,] but you've gotta give it a shot. Everyone makes mistakes.
[Evidently.]
Some people make bigger mistakes than others.
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Black presses his face into her shoulder, choking out a few sobs. He doesn't want to cry, he did enough of that, let him be— ]
They're never going to trust me again. I wouldn't trust me again.
[ ...the village pariah, all because he couldn't stop hoping he might be able to get the answers he really wanted if he was a good boy and told Polonius what Hamlet and his friends had done instead of keeping his mouth shut and knowing better. ]
If it's any consolation [ and maybe it will be? he doesn't know, everything feels like fuck ] I didn't tell him anything you told me. At least, nothing you wouldn't have said to him yourself. That goes for Mr. Cherryblod and Yosuke, too.
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[She's genuinely curious, but not drawing him away like she usually would and just kind of... pulling him closer, side to side, for the most comforting contact instead.]
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[ It's bad to play favorites, but he's not a leader. Doesn't apply to him. ]
...I still do, even though I don't think I should.
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You can like whoever you want. Especially now. It's not like that bastard's gonna be asking for your help now that you've come out to us.
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It doesn't matter on that front. You're not asking anything of them by liking them, you know.
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But I... [ ... ] Okay.
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You know, I trust you enough to want to keep you by my side. I could've just let them lock you up. But I know you won't take back your phone from me or kill me in my sleep.
[Just sayin'. The trust is there.]
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[ ...emotional pain aside. ]
Thank you, though. I'm not sure if I deserve the faith, but I... appreciate it, anyway. [ ...he'll try a smile for her.
He's out of acting stamina, though. ]
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It's also a good way to hide her words from any potential watchers. She's still sure Mettaton's room is bugged as fuck after all.]
... I think we could get a little something out of it, if you're willing to do it one more time for me. Just to see what he says.
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He gives a small start—more in reaction to her forehead kiss, but her words hit him hard in the gut. After what he did, she wants him to— wouldn't the others be suspicious, wouldn't they... ]
...if it's for you, okay. [ They already don't have any faith in him, he guesses. What's one more hit to it. ]
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Just for me. I promise, I won't let anyone bad talk you for it, whatever comes out of it.
[Whether it's nothing at all or something important.]
You just need to be a good enough actor.
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What do you want?
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What he plans to do now, mostly, though I don't know if he'd tell you that anyway. What he plans for the ghosts might be easier. Anything about Glory and Ambitious too.
[... What else...]
You're smarter than me though, darling, if you have something you can think of too, ask it. Just keep in mind he might know what you're up to and... if you need to, spill some of my secrets to him to prove yourself.
If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. But we won't know until we try.
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...understood. [ What a terrifying idea this is, honestly. ] Got it, Captain.
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I believe in you, Will. You can do this.
[And she'll move away now, just enough for him to have some breathing room.]
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Sorry for distracting you.
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[She didn't want to push him into talking if he wasn't ready yet.]
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...thank you, then.
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Think nothing of it! Take it easy, alright? No harm in a nap or something while you're here, I'm sure you're as exhausted as anyone.
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