First.

[trustwellness]

The past five days have come and gone, though exactly how easily they've done so is debatable; some have been trying to press onward in their optimism and faith that things will get better, while some seem convinced that things will only go downhill from here. However people have chosen to see it, though, clearly this week hasn't been all bad – after all, attempts at encouraging unity among the group seem to have been at least reasonably successful. ...Seem to have been. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock, and the building is quiet. It would seem that maybe the night passed reasonably quietly – were it not for the large red smears on the walls and floor of the southeastern side of the dormitory. It looks like somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and took some initiative of their own. >Explore?

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[neverheardofhim]

I know.

[The hand on her elbow loosened, just enough for him to rub a circle or ten against her arm. He thought about telling her the stories they exchanged, but figured it would only make things worse. That she had an unresolved story back home certainly hadn't rubbed him the right way.]

We'll find out who did this and we'll make sure they pay, alright?

[introspects]

[ She appreciates it a lot, Varric. Orihime will finally stop mumbling as the realization finally hits her completely, and she simply slumps against the (clean) wall and cry for a little while.

They will find the culprit, for her sake. ]