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trusthell2017-03-11 12:01 pm
wordsmithery) wrote in trusthell2017-03-11 12:01 pm
Take Responsibility.
| 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. |
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Yes, I did.
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You don't have to smile when you're sad, you know.
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[ ... ]
She told me... she told me...as she was dying...
[ His words waver as he closes his eyes. ]
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[ Tears start to well up in his eyes as he's talking and he's...rambling a bit. It's shameful, he knows, but he can't help it. ]
We spoke a week or so back, and she told me, that she wouldn't know what she'd do without me, you know. Isn't that a laugh? If it weren't for me, if I had... [ ... he corrects himself-- ] if I weren't here, she'd be still alive...
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Silver doesn't care anymore, however, and it doesn't look like anyone else is gonna do it; he's pulling the guy into a hug. It's not that he didn't do anything wrong. No, he killed Orihime, and Silver's definitely pissed about that. Especially because it was Orihime.
But can he really fault the guy that saved Gold's soul? Can he really blame him for the reasons, when his were more out of fear than anything?]
You don't know that. And even if it's true, you can't change the past. ...If you weren't here, our dead friends would be gone for good.
[Which aren't the most comforting words to say, of course, but it's the truth.]
Orihime's a really forgiving person, so make sure you give her the big heartfelt apology she deserves.
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But it wasn't all meaningless, right? If he hadn't...
He doesn't want to think, he doesn't want to feel, he doesn't deserve this hug, he doesn't deserve anything. ]
I will... I promise.
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One more thing. Thanks.
[Because, like it or not, he did save his best friend from... Being eaten out of existence or something.]
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[He brought the sword. It was a Thursday night. There's no way she couldn't have. Please forgive]
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