[Any other week, Flayn might have stumbled across Escha because she was following the smell of her dinner - but this week, it's pure chance. Her footsteps slow to a stop as she realizes she's come across her.]
...I do not, either. I suppose we do not have much choice but to... continue as we have been. [...] If failing to vote would result in the same thing as no one dying at all, then... I cannot see that we have much choice.
w4, saturday
...ah - Escha...
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... Hey, Flayn.
[ there's an awkwardly long pause where she's trying to remember what she usually says at times like these. ........... oh, right. ]
Good work, today.
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[she shakes her head.]
I did not accomplish much of anything. It was the rest of you who did.
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I'm feeling the same way, though. I don't feel like I did enough.
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[Finding just one killer - or two, gods, that last five minutes was so much - doesn't feel satisfying. They're only half-done.]
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[ No matter which team wins. Hm. Positivity machine broken. ]
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No, it will not. We must find a way.
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We're going to.
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[She really, really wants to believe that.]
Thank you, Escha. ...for reminding me.
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It's... Hard to have faith in it. I know that.
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[She breathes out.]
...if nothing else... we can have faith in each other, can we not?
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I think we should trust each other more than we trust any of the "rules" of this place.
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I think so, too. We merely have to figure out how best to circumnavigate those rules.
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