[another quiet pause, before he finally lays his palm on her shoulder. she'll feel. . . his own sorrow, his own anger, his own exhaustion, but it's all very muted over a layer of forced calm and a desire to comfort her]
[for someone who looks so tired, she's feeling a lot.
there's a deep, pervading sense of loss - intense anger, and sorrow, and the faint stirrings of guilt and resentment. much of it seems to be directed at herself.]
What use am I—? [her breath catches] I know what I need to do, I know we need to catch them, but all I want to do is cry...
[please he wanted to tell her too!! he's just. . . well. he hadn't known Sanji for long, but they were allies. they had been working together for nearly as long as they had been in this camp]
[it's a loss that stings, that leaves an empty spot in his heart. he thinks he now understands how Akechi felt every time his partners had died back in the mansion]
Yeah. Dick, Steph and Damian broke into Winter's cabin. They found a written version of the rules for our directors.
One of the rules is, "You are required to select three campers to assist with special tasks. It is your responsibility to ensure they carry out their assignments as needed."
[looking over at her now]
So it sounds like we're looking for three people on each team with some kind of special privilege.
It might be. So maybe it's one counselor for each director-- myself the protector, Sanji the seeker, and whoever is working for Shadows the. . . something-- and then two other roles for each counselor to complete extra tasks. Those are the ones sending us notes.
[. . . hn. a thoughtful noise]
You told me that you sent a note once before, too. What note did you send?
Not the first week. The first week, it was... reviewing.
[she frowns slightly.]
The second, it was darts. That was when I knew, but - I did not know how to communicate it to anyone. Every time I tried, I was stopped... because it would have made it obvious I had a role, I think.
The third week, I was given the opportunity to review again, and send a letter. I was able to have it written anonymously, so it... was allowed, I suppose. [...] But I did not write it. I spoke it.
This week... it was darts, again. I wonder if, perhaps, I will go back to reviewing next week.
[he is realizing he should've asked more about her role when he first found her, but hey. there's no time like BEING SAD OVER SANJI BEING DEAD to bond over their special tasks]
I was not able to review every week, so... I would like to use it on someone who seems likely to have a role, if it is available to me again, but who has not yet been confirmed.
[she likes his idea!]
Was there anyone that you and Sanji had discussed checking in the future...?
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Me too.
[his voice is a littler raspy]
. . . me too.
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there's a deep, pervading sense of loss - intense anger, and sorrow, and the faint stirrings of guilt and resentment. much of it seems to be directed at herself.]
What use am I—? [her breath catches] I know what I need to do, I know we need to catch them, but all I want to do is cry...
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[he doesn't say that aloud, but the guilt intensifies]
It's okay to cry.
[he says just as quietly as before]
It's okay. . . to grieve.
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...there is still so much we need to do.
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[he gives her shoulder a squeeze]
If you need the time, you can take it now. If you want to wait. . . you can wait.
Just don't deny yourself, okay?
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I... I received letters.
[which sucks. letters, in exchange for losing people who are important to her? she'd rather have the people. the dead can keep their letters.
(that's not really fair, she thinks, but it's how she feels.)]
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I did, too.
. . . and I found out some more information about the roles we're searching for.
[he had wanted to share that with Sanji]
[. . .]
[his heart aches a bit knowing that he'll have to put it in a letter instead]
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[she looks over at him, briefly, and then down at the flowers again.
it should be sanji he's telling, she thinks. not me.
what an unlucky twist of fate.]
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[it's a loss that stings, that leaves an empty spot in his heart. he thinks he now understands how Akechi felt every time his partners had died back in the mansion]
Yeah. Dick, Steph and Damian broke into Winter's cabin. They found a written version of the rules for our directors.
One of the rules is, "You are required to select three campers to assist with special tasks. It is your responsibility to ensure they carry out their assignments as needed."
[looking over at her now]
So it sounds like we're looking for three people on each team with some kind of special privilege.
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[flayn's brow furrows somewhat at that as she thinks that over. if that is the case...]
Do the special assignments vary from team to team, do you think?
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[since he is the "safety counselor" and Sanji was the "guidance counselor." who knows what Shadows' counselor does]
But the roles like yours. . . I'm not so sure.
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[. . . hn. a thoughtful noise]
You told me that you sent a note once before, too. What note did you send?
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[it killed her to deny having sent that one.]
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Then. . . how did you know that Escha was innocent?
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[she wishes she had a better explanation than that, but she does not. it sounds a little ridiculous even to her ears.]
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[lets out a breathless noise at that, lifting a hand to rake his fingers through his hair]
Your role really is something, isn't it?
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[was it trinkets?? or crabs?? SHE DOESN'T KNOW.]
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Do you play darts every week, then?
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[she frowns slightly.]
The second, it was darts. That was when I knew, but - I did not know how to communicate it to anyone. Every time I tried, I was stopped... because it would have made it obvious I had a role, I think.
The third week, I was given the opportunity to review again, and send a letter. I was able to have it written anonymously, so it... was allowed, I suppose. [...] But I did not write it. I spoke it.
This week... it was darts, again. I wonder if, perhaps, I will go back to reviewing next week.
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What does "reviewing" entail, exactly?
[he is realizing he should've asked more about her role when he first found her, but hey. there's no time like BEING SAD OVER SANJI BEING DEAD to bond over their special tasks]
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[...]
I do not know if, should I pick someone with a role, I would learn that. I would... imagine not, since that was...
[That was Sanji's role.]
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[there's a fond note in his voice when he mentions Sanji, but it's broken up by the slightest crack. that loss is still so, so fresh]
But it's worth trying, isn't it? Finding someone you think might have a role. . . and reviewing them, just in case?
[she could always test it on him, but since she can't review every week, he fears it might be a bit of a waste]
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[she likes his idea!]
Was there anyone that you and Sanji had discussed checking in the future...?
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[after this conversation he will have two more suggestions but that can be in the later PC]
What about you?
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