Take Responsibility.

[wordsmithery]

The time allotted for this week's investigation passes fairly briefly, but not easily - what with the state of the body and the things that have been found, the mood is perhaps oddly sobering. Either way, eventually the elevator will be waiting for you at the exit of your floor of choice, bringing you up to the courtroom swiftly and easily. There are so few of you now. Two more portraits have joined the ranks of the dead, watching over the proceedings. Gangrel and Orihime's images watch over you with with eyes that see nothing, all colored in greyscale and set up on their places in the podium circle, black fabric draped over each setting. As always, the lectern remains empty and unaffected by what's happened here. After a while, however, once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith can be heard addressing the group, voice audible throughout the room. "Sacrificing one to save many—that is ostensibly why Harmonious is no longer among you. Truly, that is the most pragmatic of options in a situation with no chance of victory. I may even come close to commending such a decision. But I must also wonder if the dead can be said to have been 'saved', when they have passed beyond your reach in all but mere messages. Unless you should wish to follow Harmonious and join them, hold the guilty accountable for their practicality." Eleven Apprentices remain. However many leave this place is up to you.

Comments

[oyashiromama]

If it was to save the others... Then- if they just...

[...She knows they won't.]

[matchbreaker]

[ A snort. But Elda's not so callous - she offers the other woman a hand to squeeze, if only for a moment. ]

[oyashiromama]

[She'll take it. Her heart doesn't seem in it, but she does seem to appreciate the contact.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Honestly, Elda doesn't expect it to be, nor does she expect the contact to last long.

... But Elda wants to thank Hanyuu. And apologize all at once, even if she never will out loud. So that's what the little squeeze implies. ]

[elepe]

[Lusamine's expression quirks at that, but she shakes it off before walking over quickly to pat Hanyuu on the shoulder.]

...We're going to be fine, Hanyuu.

[oyashiromama]

[A small start. She looks at Lusamine, but then glances away, with a murmur:] It all could've been so much...

[...]

I know. I know we will.