[ he makes a noise like a scoff, startled out of him. ] What, the higher management coming out of the place to kill us, because we're not dying off fast enough for their liking? That'd be great. They can come down and speak with me, next.
[ okay karen calm down
anyway. when he gets the sense she's looking at his hand, he pauses and actually looks down... his knuckles are red and probably a little bruised now. ]
That won't do. We need to be in our best condition for whatever lies ahead of us. Like you said, we have reached a point where it is no longer freak accidents, after all.
[ unless these two were also, somehow, freak accidents. which is entirely possible in a murdergame but they are not genre savvy enough to know this yet. ]
[ thank god for apollo justice being genre savvy otherwise we wouldn't even know it's a murder ]
...yeah.
[ he ducks his head a little, a tiny bit scolded, voice rough and heavy, and looks down at his hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of his knuckles. you sure you can handle yourself? ]
We were together last night. Everything was - as fine as it could be, then, I don't... some kind of spell, or something. I didn't wake up. I don't - I don't know why I didn't wake up.
The same happened to me as well. I felt fully awake, and then suddenly... since we were in two different places, then it must have been outside interference.
[ ...
she pats his shoulder. ]
Something likely stopped you from waking up. It was not a failing on your part.
[ isn't it though? (it really isn't.) just one more unbroken promise, one more day in the life of a useless noble who can't and could never protect his people.
he's silent, for a long moment, swallowing back whatever tide of bitterness that buries itself in like a tick. focus, strohl. focus. ]
But what? And why? Not like anything here so far's stopped anyone from dying. 's no magla or magic around, either. [ mumbling through his thought process: ] The food...? But we've all been eating all week, and it's not like it was isolated - like you said.
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[ okay karen calm down
anyway. when he gets the sense she's looking at his hand, he pauses and actually looks down... his knuckles are red and probably a little bruised now. ]
... Barely even noticed. [ muttered. ]
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That won't do. We need to be in our best condition for whatever lies ahead of us. Like you said, we have reached a point where it is no longer freak accidents, after all.
[ unless these two were also, somehow, freak accidents. which is entirely possible in a murdergame but they are not genre savvy enough to know this yet. ]
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...yeah.
[ he ducks his head a little, a tiny bit scolded, voice rough and heavy, and looks down at his hand, rubbing his thumb over the top of his knuckles. you sure you can handle yourself? ]
We were together last night. Everything was - as fine as it could be, then, I don't... some kind of spell, or something. I didn't wake up. I don't - I don't know why I didn't wake up.
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[ ...
she pats his shoulder. ]
Something likely stopped you from waking up. It was not a failing on your part.
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he's silent, for a long moment, swallowing back whatever tide of bitterness that buries itself in like a tick. focus, strohl. focus. ]
But what? And why? Not like anything here so far's stopped anyone from dying. 's no magla or magic around, either. [ mumbling through his thought process: ] The food...? But we've all been eating all week, and it's not like it was isolated - like you said.
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[ instead of just talking amongst themselves... but it's too late for that. ]
I think we are still mostly strangers to each other, which may make things difficult.
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[ after everything that happened. she's right - it's frustrating, and he scrubs his hand over his face, exhausted and mad and full of emotions. ]
...This has to stop. All of it.
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[ she is really just thinking about finding a body with sasaki, who is so normie. ]