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thefoundation2019-04-22 01:47 am
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WEEK 5 MINGLE - AMARANTHUS
Another trial, another horrible outcome.
This time, it affected so many people...and yet, they still weren't done.
Who would be killed next?
Would they be able...to handle whatever happened?π
This time, it affected so many people...and yet, they still weren't done.
Who would be killed next?
Would they be able...to handle whatever happened?π
Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.
The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
It was all becoming routine at this point.
Was that a good thing, or a bad one...?
It was...too hard to tell, now...
...Either way, they were now closer to the end.
So, like always...they had to see it through.
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It's not Natsuno.]
I'm... glad for that. I hope one day, the world won't have a need for doctors.
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Wouldn't that be almost impossible?
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[So many people here are suffering, have suffered, Nirrti and Watanuki included, and it's not something Erhard can cure with medicines or any of his medical knowledge. He couldn't give Natsuno enough strength to protect himself from Syaoran.
He picks up a knife to chop up more chocolate, only to nick his fingertip. He barely feels it, but the blood wells up. Funny, it was such a silly little error, why wasn't he more careful? It's like... some part of him wanted to bleed right at that moment, in this person's presence.]
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Doctor Erhard. You should- [ Taking a single step back. ] really be more careful.
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[His fingers shift, as if to put pressure on the cut... but instead he squeezes until a large, liquid bead wells up. The burning sting pulls half of his brain out of his daze, but not all of it.]
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I need. To leave.
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It's a faint, sad smile.]
It's alright. Don't worry about me, I'm a doctor.
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[ fucking zooming out of the kitchen. ]
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[Erhard wraps his finger in a clean kitchen towel before he sinks heavily into a nearby chair, pressing his hands to his face. He's shaking.]