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WEEK 5 - TRIAL
It takes a full day after finding the body, but on Saturday, the counselors call you all to the campfire, the bonfire already roaring away as everyone finds their seats. Stan and Red are seated there, with Stan holding a box saying 'VOTES' written on it.
It looks like you're here to find the killer.
And just like before, you know you'll be forced to vote before the night's over...
And condemn someone to a grisly fate.
CAMPERS REMAINING: 15
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[ He's yelling now, volume control absolutely down the drain alongside his emotional state. He can't stand it. He can't stand being loved like this, when... ]
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You don't fucking mean that. You're our friend! none of us belong here, but... but you're our friend!
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You're never going to forgive me anyway! I heard all you said yesterday! Stop playing nice, stop pretending!! This isn't...
I'm not....
[ And now the tears are just streaming down his face. He can't do this, stop extending your hand when he knows you're going to recoil in disgust sooner or later. He can't do this. ]
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[Eddie takes a step forward, trying to grab Boa's arms. He sobs, shaking his head]
Yes you are... I'm... I'm not pretending!
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I strangled her! I looked her in the eyes and made the choice to kill her! I knew what I was doing. I just... they'd have killed me if I'd let her go.
I can't die here, I...
[ God, he's going to die here now, isn't he? His legs are shaking harder. ]
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We talked about how people needed to stop fucking killing! We talked about that! That if people just stopped fucking killing each other we'd find a way out!
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When I noticed it was her, I... I had my hands around her neck. And if I'd let go...
Look, someone always has to die! They love her, they all love her. So who would they kill if they know someone attacked her?
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She would've forgiven you... If you let go and didn't kill her... she would've fucking forgiven you...
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[ He wouldn't have been that upset. ]
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They trained him too fucking well.
[there's no emotion in his voice, there. no blame. he knows it's not Boa's fault, ultimately. it's those fuckers in the Snake Pit.]
[it's the adults.]
[it's always the adults.]
[and he's too small and sick and angry to do anything about it.]
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He isn't oblivious. He knew from the start that Boa was the most obvious option - he was on the beach, something people had blessedly seemed to forget about early. So--]
Boa.
[Don't do this.]
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He doesn't know how to face him. There's nothing he can say to preserve that precious something they had before, he's so sure of it. ]
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[They could have thrown their votes at Chuuta. They could have been rid of him instead--
He makes a frustrated sound, moving to Boa, placing a hand on his shoulder - trying to ground him. Face close, come on, focus.]
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It does get Boa to look up and meeting Mitsuru's eyes is almost too much. ]
... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...
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Today of all days. It had to be today, didn't it?]
We were supposed to leave here together.
[He's not angry with Boa. He doesn't miss Usagi one bit. He's just angry that Boa's going to die because of that girl.]
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They made this promise. They promised.
And he's been too much of a fool to keep it. He could've let Chuuta die in his place, but the eyes of the others... The looks they gave him. Friends make you weaker. They'd told him in the Snake Pit. He'd known that.
And now he's going to die because he had friends. And he won't be able to keep his promise to the strongest boy he's ever known, to the person who made him feel so safe that his heart could almost burst.
This isn't how it was meant to go. This isn't what his life should be like.
But if he's going to die here and now and if he's already disgraced himself too much to ever return from it then... then he doesn't have to fight it when his body wants nothing more than to fall forward and rest his forehead on Mitsuru's shoulder. ]
I wanted to... I wanted to so badly...
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They can vote for ANYBODY. It's majority vote, even if the vote is wrong.]
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no.
fuck.
no.
all these weeks ...
he thought they'd gotten through to him ...]
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Ichigo doesn't know Boa that well. Not like the rest of them. But he knows that note of self loathing more than anything else in this world, and he's somehow kept it together during all of this long enough to step forward.]
...Boa.
What happened?
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She threw the bucket at me. I think she thought I was someone, something else... She tried to apologize, but I... I was defending myself.
She wasn't... she wasn't actually a threat to me, but if I'd let go...
She would have told you all. And you'd have killed me!
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[Because Usagi was...selfless. Like Shirou, in a lot of ways.]
...I'm sorry, Boa. But - you knew what you were doing. You knew what the outcome would be.
[He understands, he does. But he also thinks Boa crossed a line from defending to attacking, because -
He was scared. Scared, afraid, and he didn't trust anyone.
(That's the whole point of this, isn't it? To not trust. To kill each other, in fear...)]
...And now, we have to decide what happens to you.
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The words 'don't kill me' are on his lips but won't quite pass them. ]
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Ichigo quietly reaches out, to try and place a hand on his shoulder.
His face is grim, but it's also sympathetic.
(yet, at the same time...
He feels so much like a shinigami at this moment, more than ever.)]
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