After(life) Party--

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka isn't talking much, though he spends most of the time after the execution either expressionless or frowning, moving among the ones still left at the campfire to check on people and try to make sure none of them are trying to either follow Boa or possibly throw literal or metaphorical stones at each other. Probably everyone's too exhausted for any of that at this point.

At some point he disappears for a little bit and comes back with an entire table and supplies -- not from the kitchen, but from the stash he'd accumulated in Cabin 2. It's not much, but it feels better than eating anything from the kitchen right now. Nobody wants that.

There's just some crackers and fruit snacks and some cheese with them. A few baggies to take them to go since most people aren't hungry right this moment. Once that's set out, he'll idle at one end of the table, staring out into the lake.]

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[bladeisme]

It's alright. It's still good, even if it is a little weak.

[He starts eating, tasting this familiar flavor, a small bit of home during this whole awful experience.]

...Are you - No, that's probably a stupid question.

...I'm sorry, Shirou.

[diesifkilled]

Yeah, I'm not really okay.

[He returns to his cooking, taking comfort in the familiar motions.]

But it's not like I'm the only one who's lost someone important here, so I can't really complain.

[shirou that is not remotely how that works]