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.
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...
...The world is painful. I thought that was all it was, because I went further than anyone else had to prove it. But even in a place like this, Matsuno believed that his bonds meant something. And you... Your bonds betrayed you, didn't they?
I could try to shoot everyone here. Save myself, or do it out of spite to take everyone down with me...
[But Danny... finally lowers the gun, and steps back away from QQ, tries a smile that's kind of disturbing.]
... But you know what? Dying might not be so bad the second time. I'm interested in seeing what kind of disgraceful death I'll be given here. I have so many wonderful ideas they could crib from if they need some inspiration... what do you think, Miss Transmitter?
[AKA go ahead and announce the vote, for the love of god do not let this man start talking again]
Yeah, have fun with that. [ For the second time ever in this place, she flips someone off. This time it isn't done with irritation, but a disconcerting smile that doesn't quite match the rest of her face. Her eyes haven't had her usual cheerful glint for a good chunk of the trial, replaced by a cold gleam that she doesn't bother to hide. ] But you know what? Thank you. Learned more about the kind of people everyone here is.
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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...
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I'm not--there is no God in this wretched world, but he... I stayed alive because of him, until...
[Until Rachel. Until he lost his memories here and, while still not really a good person, had to start over.]
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[What is she saying? No matter. She knows it's all true.]
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I've been meaning to ask about that. What color is it?
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[Like Sakura's, but maybe that comparison wouldn't be welcome right now.]
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[There's a pause, and then...]
I could try to shoot everyone here. Save myself, or do it out of spite to take everyone down with me...
[But Danny... finally lowers the gun, and steps back away from QQ, tries a smile that's kind of disturbing.]
... But you know what? Dying might not be so bad the second time. I'm interested in seeing what kind of disgraceful death I'll be given here. I have so many wonderful ideas they could crib from if they need some inspiration... what do you think, Miss Transmitter?
[AKA go ahead and announce the vote, for the love of god do not let this man start talking again]
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[ And with that, it's button smashing time. ]