And... keep going. As long as you still have breath in you, Beau, there is still something you can do. [...there's also the chance that nhs might manage to defeat his executioner tomorrow - he did, after all, kill two people(?) - but she isn't sure how anyone in the audience would react to that.] No matter what happens, I am sure that no one here intends to leave anyone behind here, in the end.
[they're going to save the dead or die trying, is what she means.]
[ it'd be a small victory. beau doesn't have any confidence that huaisang would live past the end of the execution, even if he did win against his executioner. he is not nearly as well liked as jason or percy were. she knows how that ends.
it runs through her head, even as she speaks. ]
Nobody intends to, no. There has to be some sort of catch, and that's the only reason I'm going to keep playing.
But it's getting harder to believe, and it's getting harder to care. This was a victory, everybody keeps saying, we caught a fucking murderer, but --
[ her breath catches, and she bites her lip. ]
... But I'm still getting someone I love ripped away from me.
...they keep saying that, but... it does not feel like one.
[flayn wishes so badly - and not simply for beau's sake - that it had been wrong. that there had been something, anything, to prove his innocence, and that they had been able to argue it well enough to save him.
but the truth is the truth, even if they don't like it. and tomorrow, beau is either going to see someone she loves die, or see him add a third body to his count.
(and if that happens, and someone else acts... would it only be delaying the inevitable?)]
[ the sorry is always what does it. when people apologize, that's what starts the waterworks, and she has to look away, stubbornly, so flayn won't see. it's selfish, to be upset like this.
a large part of her doesn't care. the game's rules can go fuck themselves, she's losing someone who understands her like nobody else does. ]
[feelings demand to be felt. flayn thinks she knows exactly what's happening when beau looks away, because it's not like she doesn't do the same thing when she cries, herself.
impulsively, she reaches for beau's hand.
she doesn't know what to say, but... she can try to be here for her, at the very least.]
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[ she says, honestly. a beat. she offers flayn some blanket. ]
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[that hurts to hear. flayn's expression falls, but she scoots closer to join her under the blanket.]
...there are people who care what happens to you, even if you do not at the moment.
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[she sighs lightly and leans against beau for warmth. it's cold out here, shut up.]
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Yeah. He is. [ she takes a deep breath. ] I don't know what I'm going to do after this.
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[herself included.]
And... keep going. As long as you still have breath in you, Beau, there is still something you can do. [...there's also the chance that nhs might manage to defeat his executioner tomorrow - he did, after all, kill two people(?) - but she isn't sure how anyone in the audience would react to that.] No matter what happens, I am sure that no one here intends to leave anyone behind here, in the end.
[they're going to save the dead or die trying, is what she means.]
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it runs through her head, even as she speaks. ]
Nobody intends to, no. There has to be some sort of catch, and that's the only reason I'm going to keep playing.
But it's getting harder to believe, and it's getting harder to care. This was a victory, everybody keeps saying, we caught a fucking murderer, but --
[ her breath catches, and she bites her lip. ]
... But I'm still getting someone I love ripped away from me.
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[flayn wishes so badly - and not simply for beau's sake - that it had been wrong. that there had been something, anything, to prove his innocence, and that they had been able to argue it well enough to save him.
but the truth is the truth, even if they don't like it. and tomorrow, beau is either going to see someone she loves die, or see him add a third body to his count.
(and if that happens, and someone else acts... would it only be delaying the inevitable?)]
I am so sorry.
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a large part of her doesn't care. the game's rules can go fuck themselves, she's losing someone who understands her like nobody else does. ]
It doesn't feel like one at all.
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impulsively, she reaches for beau's hand.
she doesn't know what to say, but... she can try to be here for her, at the very least.]
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she won't let herself cry in earnest, not here. but she takes flayn's hand and links their fingers together. ]
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is it could outside?
eh. who cares.]