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And once the allotted time for investigating comes to a close, those elevator doors at the end of the first-floor corridor open up; the ride down is fast, smooth, and understandably tense as far as atmosphere goes.

You're down to less than half of your original number.

The doors slide open and the podium circle comes into view, standing stark against the black-walled courtroom and encircling that pit in the center; Misa and Aqua have joined the ranks of the deceased, photographs in greyscale watching the proceedings from their podiums draped in black.

Of course and as always, the deceased aren't the only ones watching; the Kingmaker will make his presence known once everyone has settled at their podium, his voice sounding out through the room for all to hear.

"Resilient has been taken from you. Maybe this time the guilty party will actually succeed at fulfilling Rule Seven, seeing as this is the sixth try and all. Whether they manage it is up to the rest of you."

Thirteen Survivors remain. However many will be down by the end of the day is up to you.

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I'm going to have to vote for you in a few minutes.

If you could honestly tell me what you thought of me before I have to do that - that might make it easier for me. Consider it a personal favor.

[Tell him you hated his guts. Tell him there was never any friendship between you, much less any real affection.

Please.]

...You don't want to hear anything I have to say.

Yes I do. Tell me exactly how little you cared, because otherwise I don't know if I can even vote.

[He's quiet for a moment at that before he just...smiles a bit, and his voice is back to that weird, superficial tone that he tends to use when they're fighting.]

All right! If you insist, sweetheart.

Nothing you said meant anything to me. You were always just one of those people I was going to cast aside because you were useless to me, I just held off as long as I did because you also happened to be fun. It was cute watching you get all concerned over me when I knew that I would kill you as soon as I was asked. I thought about doing it sometimes - it would have been really easy, you know? You slept in my room. I appreciated that, by the way - you were such a convenient alibi, and you were always there to make sure no one believed I could hurt anyone. It was really impressive, actually; I'd think someone like you would have seen this coming. Sometimes I would tell you things just to see how much I could get away with, and you never stopped me.

It was always really obvious how genuine you were about it, it was kind of disgusting? I was always really...kind of weirded out by it, actually, even after I told you about a lot of the things that I...did...and I never told you that I...well, I never told you the important things, like how a lot of people are dying back home because of me and one of the people who cared most about me in the world is dead and it's my fault, but I...I mean, there wasn't any point, right? You would have just...cared about me anyway...and it wasn't like you were ever asking anything of me and I...

[...he shakes his head after a moment. Tries to make himself start again. Doesn't manage it, and hates what he ends up saying instead.]

...I've never had anyone do something like that for me before.

[He'd like to say he doesn't know which part of that is more painful, but that would be a lie.]

...You're right. I would have. I still do.

[He's trying so hard to smile through the tears.]

I'll miss you, dear.

...Normally I'm all right with people thinking about me. But try not to mourn me too hard, all right? Definitely not for decades.

I'm sorry. I don't know if I can do that, even as a last request.

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