Did you love this world, and did this world not love you?

[enhancements]

[Saying that Wesker is angry is vastly overstating his emotional reaction to anything that just happened; he quite simply doesn't feel anything, just cold and driven by method as opposed to emotion, and when notes are shoved under the doors this evening...well, it's really obvious who wrote them even if they're not signed, let's put it that way.]

This has gone on entirely too long for us to remain idle. The only way to defeat power is with more power; it's the one universal constant in this world. The only power we have right now is in our unity, and we need to utilize that to its fullest.

Grieve however you see fit, as mourning in this situation is warranted. But when you're all done crying we need to gather and we need to share information. Whatever you have that might assist us in this situation can and likely will be vital over the next several weeks.

This meeting isn't mandatory, nor is it something that many of you will necessarily want to do, but it's in our best interests to persevere despite our losses. Even if you have nothing to contribute – or if you don't feel like contributing, which is your prerogative – it's for the best to not be alone right now.

Meet in the dining hall. Food will be provided, as per usual.

[...He tried. He tried really hard, and that's the sad thing.

That said, though, there will in fact be food! And also tea. Both are courtesy of Asgore, seeing as Wesker can't manage either to save his life. But they're there, and Wesker will...likewise be there in the dining hall and just seeing who shows up. Whether anything productive comes out of this has yet to be seen; somehow he doubts anything will. But again, there was an attempt made in the first place, and that's got to count for something.]

Comments

[carnivorously]

[He's processed it, just more he's trying not to show emotion either way. Honestly, he figured out Nachetanya wasn't too fond of him with the amount of badmouthing that seemed to go around about him that ended up with her as the source. At least that's one less thing to deal with.]

It's fine. I wasn't too close to her, unlike a lot of others here.

[Then again, he tries not to get close to anyone. He just folds the paper and hands it back to Rin.]

Do what you'd like with it.

[heritrix]

[Again she's surprised, but for different reasons this time. Accepting it back, she tucks the file away with an expectant look shared with him, and a promise.]

I'll keep it safe.

[carnivorously]

It doesn't really matter. It has information everyone has probably figured out anyway.

[And besides, he's definitely on the other side of the fence in terms of hating someone. Then again, he hates them so much he wants them to die-- wants to kill them himself. This is mild and petty compared to what he feels.]

[heritrix]

[...yeah. He is admittedly right about that. Enough people have called attention to the likes of Kogami, George, and even herself in the trials that they wouldn't need Nachetanya's notes to declare them obstacles worth taking out, should they want to literally get away with murder. With Kogami, they would have decided weeks before today.]

You're not going to ask to see mine?

[She made the same promise to everyone; that both her and George would let others read the notes Nachetanya compiled about them, in exchange for having read everyone else's.]

[carnivorously]

They're the notes of a delusional woman who thought she could win. What merit would they have?

[It may be why it kind of hurts. Personal opinions still hit Kogami like they'd hit anyone else. However, he shrugs.]

So no, I don't really want to see yours, nor do I need to.

[heritrix]

[Rin huffs, resisting the urge to stomp her foot.]

For crying—now you're just being sloppy!

[carnivorously]

Why? If you're willing to show me yours, that means there's nothing in the notes that either I don't already know or will deem you more dangerous than I've already assessed you.

[Good God, Rin... look at who you're talking to.]

[heritrix]

You don't know that if you don't look! And with someone like me participating so frequently in trials, you really can't afford not to!

[carnivorously]

My apologies, Tohsaka. I didn't realize you put so much work into the trials, unlike me. Perhaps I should take up your offer.

[This is all sarcasm. ALL SARCASM.]

[heritrix]

...Idiot.

[But there's not much energy behind that rebuke; she only stares up at him with a pinched expression, eyebrows pulled down and eyes reflective.]

[carnivorously]

[He doesn't respond, just a shrug from him, really.]

So now we're back to unless you think I'm going base my assessment of your character on a delusional woman's notes, it's fine. I don't need to read them.

[heritrix]

[No, that's not what they're back at at all.]

Her messed up dream wasn't the same as Sibyl. You know that, right?

[Quiet, but firm. There's nothing accusatory about it.]

[carnivorously]

You're right. At least Sibyl lets people live, even if they're told they don't belong.

[heritrix]

No, it's not even that.

Sibyl manufactures peace. It's a soulless pretense; a fake.

The world peace Nachetanya was striving for is unachievable in the first place. It's the same as thinking the world is saved because you stop one war; there's always another. She was short-sighted.

[carnivorously]

Even then it's not true peace. There's still violence among the 'majority' that Sibyl loves.

[Which is why he also got mad.]

No peace is achievable. However, you can convince yourself to live in a lie if necessary. That's the lie she lived in, however, she won't ever experience it. I hope she never did, or else I feel she would be sorely disappointed.

[heritrix]

That's the only reason I don't hate your world with 100% of my being, to be honest.

[carnivorously]

Would you hate it if Sibyl had chosen you to have its peace, ignorant of the things it sweeps under the rug?

[heritrix]

I would no longer be myself in that imagined universe, so I wouldn't know to care.

[Practical as always.]