FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Well. What else can be said? The Little Courtesy is over. You have all survived. You are now going to your final destination-with invitations to boot. And Charlotte will be getting that private audience, as promised.

But it's not over. Everyone knows it. Confrontation is inevitable. The question is what, exactly, will happen when that confrontation happens-or if anyone will in fact be able to go with Charlotte when it happens. But you've gone this far. There's no turning back. There has to be a way.

Nothing has been certain, or simple. Whatever happens will be no different from the horrors of the Little Courtesy. Perhaps the saying might still hold. Will all be well? Will it?

It must. God help everyone if it isn't.

Seven is the Number, but there are nine strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[otherworldlyking]

Yeah, it is.

[ He'll turn to face him, and there's a slight raise of a brow for a second. Well, given that he seems actually interested in it... ]

This supposed to be yours?

[biddentodance]

[Interest in a piece of clothing that isn't blue.]

No, not- mine. But...someone I know. [He can't be here... He can't. This...could be dangerous.] Someone important.

[otherworldlyking]

[ His fingers curl tighter around it, looking a bit thoughtful - he is a little curious. ]

How important?

[biddentodance]

[Hmmm it's McBurn, so.... Probably best to make it as far from sappy as possible.]

Apocalyptic important.

[otherworldlyking]

[ That's probably the best way to go about it... ]

Oh really? [ ... ] Are you just adding on 'apocalyptic' when it's really not, or is it somehow just as literal?

[biddentodance]

He's the Appriser of the Fall - the death of all things. ...And the closest I have to family.

[otherworldlyking]

[ An interesting title - possibly even more or less the same for an opponent.

Whether that would really matter or not depended on what would happen by the end of this week, however. ]

Then, I guess you'd still want this...wouldn't you?

[biddentodance]

[He nods. He has many mixed feelings, but...but no matter what, Ryoji is and always will be his friend. Whatever else they may be.]

Please.

[otherworldlyking]

[ ...

Well, he supposes it wouldn't be thrown away just yet. But, he figures he's got one more question before he decides to hand it over. ]

What made you decide to join with the rebel group?

[biddentodance]

....Said they wanted to help us. And to put an end to all of this. Knew what was coming, remember the Vespertine... Vespertine and Eventide aren't the first or last trains this'll happen on. Was told there've been hundreds....

Just don't want anyone else to be hurt.

[Also they probably would've killed him if he'd said no, but who cares about that?]

[otherworldlyking]

[ Somebody somewhere...

Regardless, he seems to be actually paying attention to Minato here. Not that he wasn't before, but he doesn't look disinterested, more intense and then it seems to mostly dissipate.

He holds out the scarf to him. ]

Take it.

[biddentodance]

[If he's looking for honesty, it's there. Minato wasn't lying when he said he didn't know it was a bomb, either.

He takes the scarf gingerly.]

Thank you.... I'm sorry again.

[otherworldlyking]

...Don't need to tell you that sorry will never be good enough.

[ He can't tell if he's bothered because of only just their situation or just Minato's actions - which weren't without reason - but right now he just doesn't care. More than six months of this nonsense has taken it's toll, even on him.

...Which will mean it's a good time to turn away from Minato and head right off. He's got nothing more (or good) to say. ]