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.]

Comments

[diesifkilled]

...Yeah. She deserves better than this. Everyone here does.

[No one should have to come to this camp and be sacrificed in such a ridiculous ritual, but... no one should have to oversee it either.]

I just hope we can change it.

[soylentprotag]

Yes.

[He remembers, suddenly, Red telling him We're not real people to them and that includes Red, and Stan and even Archer. It's something he's known, but perhaps something he hasn't felt as viscerally as he has lately. Those working at this camp are trapped here with them just as surely as the dead are trapped within themselves.

All of this is a trap, slowly, slowly closing like a giant set of jaws over all of their lives. All they can do for the moment is try to hold it open. The cost in lives and blood.]

We have to change it. For everyone. And -- and the dead.

[They don't have many other options. He can't see anything else now.]