FIFTH TRIAL

[whimsicalism]

Is everyone finished? Good. It's time for a trial.

[The ride to the court room is uneventful this time. There's no breaking of bones or porcelain when you land. The podiums are rather empty, especially now that there's only twenty portraits even if there's twenty one podiums still. Huh. Fancy that! It's almost as if the Storyteller was still bitter.

Though, there definitely feels something off about the court room. It sort of feels like you're being watched but you're not sure.]

Seven is Dead. Time to find out who's responsible. Time for a trial!

Comments

[strictura]

I cared about you too! That's why I had to get that note back when the door finally unlocked! So no one would try to blame it on you!

cw suicidal ideation

[ballooncaged]

But you still used me in your plan in the first place! And I would have died with the others in your plan! It was worse than worthless to care about how that would feel...

[Runs back of hand over dampening face and braces her other palm on the podium to stare up at the ceiling]

Then again, I've felt alone and helpless and useless enough before that... I didn't always want to keep going. Maybe it really would have been easier to vote for someone else and never find out before everything was over. Beats being framed, I mean.

[strictura]

I had to do it to make it work! I didn't want to!

Even if you had to die anyway, I didn't-- I didn't want anyone to tell you something was your fault again.