FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Soon after, many of the figures lay dead. They bodies are splayed all over the stage. The female, however, seems to be gone.

Where did she go? What is she planning? It's unknown. But, soon after the Titled leave the Debate Hall, they are struck with a vivid vision. It is quick, but strong. Another dream, and this time, it is a waking dream.

Another memory. The Depths haven't been cleaned, either. The halls are silent, and no new doors seem to have opened. Yet deep down, you know. The end is near.

Its time to get ready. So, get ready, Titled.

There are seven strangers left.]

Comments

[carries_war]

If she's in danger... [Are Albedo and U-TIC still hunting MOMO? He needs to get back, too.] They had to get those fruits from somewhere, right? We'll use their own damn resources to fix whatever damage they caused by taking us from where we're needed.

[He glances up at Eric.]

Hey, if you're worried about them using those harm potions against us, I can handle getting rid of the hearts.

[poorlovefool]

Um... [He wants to rub his head awkwardly, but he resists since his hands are already covered in blood.]

I was actually going to make some for me to use. So, I'm going to be touching them anyway... it's better if I'm the one doing it.

[carries_war]

You sure? There's a hell of a difference between holding a heart and cutting it out of a body yourself. I'm not bothered by stuff like this, so it might as well be me that does it.

[As evidenced by the fact that he's continuing to cut even as he talks.]

[poorlovefool]

[Eric sighs a bit pathetically.]

You keep trying to take burdens off me, Jr... it's too late though.

At least if I tear these guys apart, I'll feel like we were really on the same side, all of you. I was never really part of the team, you know? Just looking out for me and Mira... I can't believe any of you even like me.

[carries_war]

We've all got our own reasons for fighting. It's in my nature to protect, it's...

[He pauses cutting to look at the back of his right hand. He can't see it, and it would blend in with the blood even if he could, but he knows his number is still there. Sitting over the scar, mocking his inability to escape his brand. To escape what he is.]

I was made, specifically, to be a leader. That means concern for the people I'm responsible for is written into my DNA. I don't expect everyone else to be that focused on other people. But, you helped me out when we were investigating what happened to Ai and Harley, and you did your best to help calm Alexia down after they read that note. That already makes you part of the team. And for what it's worth? I'm sorry I've been such an ass to you. So, truce?

[He puts his knife down and holds out his hand. His fingers and palm are covered with blood, but it's not like Eric's hands aren't already worse.]

[poorlovefool]

Ah, no, that was...

[The protests die in Eric's throat, because he wasn't expecting a real apology or truce in a million years and he isn't sure how to feel about that. But at this point in time, acceptance by any of the other titled is a relief. It's been really hard to do this on his own. Maybe someday he'll properly explain, though he doesn't have the courage or full capacity to trust right now.

So, he'll hesitantly reach back, and then more firmly take his hand. It is a very gross and manly handshake, both drenched in the blood of their common enemy.]

Yeah. And... I'm sorry too, for everything.