pc catchall for ray (selfimmolates)

[requiemed]

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[requiemed]

Ready as I'll ever be.

[All the same...]

You sure? I noticed you say something to Chuuya's coffin.

[selfimmolates]

I called him an idiot, because he was one.

[requiemed]

I mean, yeah, he was.

[wow]

Because he got killed, though, or...?

[selfimmolates]

For a lot of things. Doesn't really matter now, though.

[requiemed]

[Another pause, and then, slightly softer:]

I think it matters.

[selfimmolates]

[he's quiet for a moment, before he shrugs.]

He was reckless with no sense of self-preservation, projected his issues onto others, and was argumentative. To be frank, I'm not shocked he ended up getting killed this soon.

[requiemed]

[She isn’t quite sure how to respond to that for a few moments, but eventually:]

Do you think Disorder sent someone for him after all?

[selfimmolates]

... Possibly, though I'm not completely sure. Again, she was trying to seem like the good guy this week—if it's revealed so soon that she ordered someone's death, it'll pretty much ruin her reputation for good.

If she has any semblance of intelligence [even though she doesn't possess the gods' uno braincell], she'd bide her time.

[requiemed]

She didn’t seem that smart to me.

[But...]

I guess we’ll wait and see whether she’s one of the listed gods tomorrow. Although... I bet there’s going to be a lot.

[selfimmolates]

Maybe. And yet we're still stuck with one vote.

[requiemed]

[A pause.]

Is that such a bad thing?

[selfimmolates]

Well, I guess it depends on what you consider the ideal outcome of the trial to be.

For some, it'd be to minimize the number of deaths, in which case it's a good things. For others, it might be to catch all of the murderers, in which case not.

So, it's a matter of perspective.

[requiemed]

I’ve never been a huge fan of the death penalty.

[A beat.]

Even monsters don’t always deserve to die.

[selfimmolates]

[the amount of empathy ray has for that last comment is approximately zero, but he won't judge her for it either.]

I'm starting to see why you're with Love.

[requiemed]

[A pause.]

That’s not why I’m with Love.

[selfimmolates]

Yeah?

[it's said with a certain noncommital-ness, so that she doesn't have to feel obliged to answer.]

[requiemed]

[A pause, while she weighs just how much she does want to say, before:]

It wasn’t for myself at all.

[It’s said with a certain forlorn tone... But then, just as quickly, she moves on.]

I talked to Indulgence, by the way.

[selfimmolates]

Same here. [though the thread hasn't gotten far yet so] How'd it go?

[requiemed]

He told me it counted as a task if I drank a glass of wine he kept trying to offer me.

[Incredibly deadpan.]

[selfimmolates]

... Seriously?

[requiemed]

We should have immediately stopped trying to talk to him.

[selfimmolates]

Oh, I was warned he was a lot, so I was kind of expecting that kind of stuff. It's a little amusing to hear about, though.

Did you do it?

[requiemed]

I have no regrets.

[take that as you will.]

[selfimmolates]

Should I be concerned?

[requiemed]

This is probably the best excuse for underage drinking I can imagine.

[oh my god]

It was just one glass.