Take Responsibility.

[transmittable]

This week isn't a good week - for anyone, it seems. The death doesn't seem to have gone over particularly well with anyone, whether captive or captor; it's difficult to say, for the time being, what will ultimately come of it - and how well the case will be solved, given that this is yet another hit to your number. There are so few of you now. Even so, there are still things to be done and processes to be carried out; the allotted time for investigation comes and goes, leaving only the sound of the courtroom doors sliding open again in their wake. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater illuminate the room as soon as the first person enters, their light bright and steady; the seats on the upper level remain unoccupied where they're surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room. Danny and Ryoji's greyed-out portraits have joined those indicating the absence of the deceased, the podiums they rest upon draped in black as they watch the proceedings through unseeing eyes. The public-address system crackles back to life once everyone has found their place in the circle; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter. She's at least a little more composed, but her words shake. "Amiable's...gone. Figure out what happened, and- and do what you have to. For his sake. Good... Good luck." Nine Patients remain. However many leave here today is up to you.

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[journalname]

I only ever wanted to help my people. And these are my people now. Despite all that I have done, I am not useless to them yet.

[georgeous]

[ ... you know. He appreciates this statement wholeheartedly. Weird feeling. ]

[crywiththesaints]

That's your answer, then? Because you need them, and they need you? Bonds are important, redeeming, all that?

[journalname]

I do not know what more you want me to say. My throne is gone, yet I am still a king. It is my duty to see to others first - and more than that, I would not have myself do any different. We are here to take care of one another.

[crywiththesaints]

We're here to die, or so it would seem. Yet this is that important to you... Perhaps if that's true, you may be able to do something about this.

I've got a white key in my quarters. It won't fit this week's doors, but surely it does something.

[journalname]

We still have our souls. It is said that monster souls are made up of love, compassion, and mercy...I do not know if that is true. Yet I believe those qualities are present in all of us.

[He falls silent, contemplating the traces of ash still clinging to his white fur for a moment.]

I will not leave anyone behind here.

[crywiththesaints]

I suppose that's how it's set to be.