Take Responsibility.

[transmittable]

The past several weekends have been an unrelenting barrage of death in particularly disturbing manners; either the method or the number of people, sometimes both, have been particularly extreme. This week has seen fewer dead than the last; however, the way that that one kill seems to have happened... It's not a particularly good tradeoff. Either way, however, expectations still need to be met and investigations still need to be carried out; once the allotted time has passed, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again, the sight managing to be at the same time familiar and unwelcoming. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater beam down, flooding the room with bright and steady light as soon as the first person walks in; the seats surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room remain as empty as ever. Four more are gone, their absence notated by their portraits joining the others in watching the proceedings through greyed-out and unseeing eyes, Kogami, Madison, Sakura Matou, and Osomatsu's podiums all draped in black. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system comes to life once again in a light crackle of static; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter. "Fraternal is dead. You guys...you know what to do. Put together what you've found and try to seek out the guilty. You know what'll happen if you can't. Good luck." Eleven Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.

Comments

[journalname]

I do not believe that Osomatsu ever behaved suspiciously. But - [He smiles wanly.] - I am not the right person to tell you that.

[Asgore has trusted so, so many murderers here]

[crywiththesaints]

His fear that he was an easy target and his attachment to his brothers both made perfect sense as incentives. Or rather, threats should he not comply.

[journalname]

Ah, you see?

[Asgore would not have pegged those as potentially suspicious traits on his own.]

[cadmiums]

They have a fondness for exploiting familial bonds, I think.

[journalname]

Siblings...

[He looks like he's thinking of something else for a moment.]

[cadmiums]

That's why they picked Sakura.

[crywiththesaints]

Perhaps. If you see love as useless, it's easy to exploit it.

[Says someone who would know.]

[arebetter]

I... Jesus, of course they do.

[cthulwho]

[He thinks about this some more.]

Then...did they think they could force a confession if they had suspicions?

[Hence the...torture...]

Or... [This one's a bit more "yikes" to consider, but-] Perhaps he confided with someone. With what happened to Sakura and then the Risen's presentation...for some, harboring that much metaphorical weight would be very difficult.

[georgeous]

Not unlikely to think he'd confide in the therapist then....

Though I don't know who else he was close to.

[cthulwho]

Neither do I.

[...ah.]

But yes, that is what therapists do, isn't it...listen to people.

[He. Is obviously not around clinics very often.]