Take Responsibility.

[wordsmithery]

The ride up to the courtroom occurs, as before, after an allotted period of time for investigation; the elevator waits patiently for you at each floor - third, second, first - before sending you upwards and on your way to the courtroom high above. As always, the trip is a smooth one; granted, after everything that the morning had been, any small comfort that fact may bring is likely not helping much. There are three less of you this time around, a fact reflected in the podium circle standing in the middle of the room; Alani, Milla and Chiyuki have all joined the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped in black and their portraits in greyscale keeping a watchful eye over the rest of the trial circle. There's still no one present in the lectern above; however, once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard throughout the room. "I can see that matters are beginning to seem dire for you, Apprentices. I am sure that you all cared for Sympathetic in some measure—all except the guilty party. And now it falls to you once again to determine who that is. For your own sake as well as Sympathetic's, hold her killer accountable and have them take responsibility for their actions." Twenty-four Apprentices remain. We'll see how many remain at the end of the day.

Comments

[neverheardofhim]

You're right, I'm not. [His grin almost looks pleasant. Almost.] But there's a hell of a lot more I can do to you, just shy of that.

[He steps up, so that, if he were a taller man, he might be in his face. Instead he's just... awkwardly glowering up from chest level.]

You know there's a spot on the shoulder, good for agonizing pain and pinning people, but not nearly enough to kill them, right? [A laugh.] Did that in Kirkwall a few times.

[Aaand if Kimbley is sufficiently distracted by those threats, he'll slam his fist down on the podium.]

>Balanced.

[alchemicals]

[...His gaze darts down when Varric hits the podium, and he isn't altogether sure what he expected (no, he knows what he expected, a vote for Kira because that's the obvious choice but that's not what's registered there), but - ]

Why...?

[He's kind of vibrating again; he isn't sure why.]

[neverheardofhim]

[Now he does laugh with some meaning. Even as he steps away from Kimbley.]

You would have done it, wouldn't you? If you were in your right mind. [His brows lift.] It's how I would have written it, at least.