trustfelled | Take Responsibility.

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.

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[ For a girl with a gun pointed at her, she looks much more unconcerned than she really should be. But getting a gun pointed at her isn't new. Hell, being shot at is normal. She got shot the day before she arrived here! But Iria healed her right away, so the pain didn't last long.

So obviously, her normal meter for this sort of thing is damaged beyond repair. ~~Someone's still operating under JRPG logic.~~ Once she realizes what happened, she calmly looks at where he is aiming, waiting. ]

...He smells of rum.

[ Faintly, but it's there. She's faintly smiling as she says this, but it doesn't reach her eyes at all. ]

You did good, kid.

[If he can, he's going to be preventing Danny from shooting QQ.]

Thanks. Sorry, didn't think he'd hide a gun instead of scalpels.

[Danny sighs, sounding like he's talking to a toddler for a moment.]

Which I was literally about to tell Asgore before you decided that vigilante justice was the only way to get what you wanted. And it's like I've been saying: I closely examined the body. What was left of the alcohol transferred to me as a result.

Something had to happen for us to finally get to the bottom of this.

[ Just, you know, it'd be nice if it didn't involve a gun. ]

Blood is on you, the smell of rum is on you, and you had the knowledge necessary to stab him non-fatally and sew his mouth up. What else do you want?

An actual god-damn motive for starters, which I don't have: Doctor, remember? What reason would I possibly have for contradicting my line of work and killing someone?

You're throwing the word 'doctor' around as if it would nullify all the prior times we've seen you attack someone.

Doctors are human. Doctors have human flaws.

[ughhhhh]

That only happened once, and, if you recall, someone I trusted was deciding that was the week to throw all of us under the bus for their own sake.

You're holding a human being at gunpoint right now.

... Fair enough. [And then he just... shrugs at that.] Wasn't planning on this, but for some reason so many of you seem eager to have me prove the worst of myself here.

So are you going to lower the damn gun?

[There's a long pause, before...]

I can't.

[He seems to be flipping wildly back and forth between emotions here, because for some reason he actually sounds... unhappy, saying that.]

If you wish to prove the best of yourself, do not do this.

[Asgore no longer looks like a snarling rage monster, but he's clearly pretty fucking tense about this whole thing]

[Asgore's words actually do seem to be having some kind of effect here, as the hand holding the gun shakes ever so slightly.]

... They said they wanted a show. So I have to give them one. That's what they... what he always wants from me.

...What?

"He"?

[Danny doesn't even seem to acknowledge the question, sort of focused down on the gun he's holding here as he talks to himself.]

It's my fault... I was selfish, disobeyed as one of his angels... or at least I thought I was, but it wasn't me in the end... ha... ha ha...

That... Zack guy?

Zack... ha. Of all people. Even though I did everything that was asked of me... but the one time I decide to do something for myself, I'm just another ugly soul in the eyes of God...

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...who is "they", Doctor?

[He's choosing to focus on that one.]

[There's a long pause, before Danny laughs, bitter.]

Who else? How do you think I found out that Osomatsu was the one spilling secrets here, if it wasn't from seeing his tablet?

Did the Risen tell you how to murder him or did you come up with this on your own?

[There's a long pause, before he finally speaks.]

... He wasn't supposed to regain consciousness. He wasn't supposed to--

[But then he stops, and then he laughs, sounding on the verge of hysteria.]

Oh, forget it. It doesn't really matter, does it? You all just think I'm crazy anyway. Just another ugly, worthless being, like all of the others. [Ha, ha ha...] It's no wonder the Reverend shot me with that damn crossbow of his... I should have just stayed dead, but no, I had to be put through this stupid game instead...

[Honestly that seems to have been what he expected.]

I wanted you to tell me yourself. It is better that way.

So they had more than the two. Of course. Enlist three, and you'll know which one is lying.

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