week 5, saturday

[digestif]

That was quite a performance, Guy-kun.

[ Mizuki comes to visit him in the dungeon afterwards, like they're sure many others have. He's a friend, yes - but so was Zoe, and thus, their expression remains stony. They are, perhaps, a little sad, because he seemed nice enough, and had always been kind to them, and it's likely he's cursed in some way... but their disappointment far outweighs any sadness. ]

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[digestif]

[ disappointing. They just take a step back from the door, linking their hands behind their back. ]

What you're working for is worth more than your life and Zoe's life, too? It must be one hell of a prize.

[menially]

[An exhale, slow and steady.]

Yes. It is.

[What statement that's answering, he won't say.]

Hate me if you want, Mizuki. But I've made my move for what I want to accomplish. I'm not happy with what steps I had to take. I regret what suffering had to happen.

But I don't regret going through with it.

[digestif]

I don't hate you. If you want me to be perfectly honest, I don't care enough about you one way or another to put in that much effort.

[ cold, yes... but it's about how they feel right now. The time they spent worrying about him and being friendly with him feels like it was just a waste of time now - all for nothing. ]

And I won't put forth any more effort to save you than this, either. I'll offer one more time: do you want to live?

[menially]

[cool well i guess we're burning that bridge immediately.

up comes the smile, immediate and familiar, customer service friendly.]

Not with those terms.

I appreciate your time.

[digestif]

[ there he goes. They can't tell if he's hurt or not... But they just feel sort of hollow. They really don't care. He killed a 16-year-old girl - a perfectly sweet and innocent one. Whoever the man they knew before might have been, they can't reconcile him with that person. ]

Goodbye, Guy-kun.

[ and there they go... ]

[menially]

Goodbye, Mizuki.

[He just silently watches them leave, only letting the smile drop when their form disappears from the doorway.

It was probably for the better this way. Maybe, at the very least... they could feel some sort of relief when he died.

He hates how conflicted that makes him feel.]