thefoundation | Week 4

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round 4

Week 4

It finally happened. Someone murdered, and was punished for it. After a particularly grueling trial, one much worse than the games ever were, everyone definitely needed the rest of the weekend to rest up. But now it is Monday once more, and that means it is time to get back to 'work'.

The cameras have moved again, and the contestants will need to be careful where they say what until their new locations have been revealed. In addition to that, the house itself seems to have changed, with its usual colorful appearance suddenly a bit more grey. Even the weather seems to be gloomy, with those storm clouds from last week starting to overcast the area, threatening to drop rain.

Seventeen contestants remain in this game of death. How many more will fall before the game is over? And how many more will be driven to murder?

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Mhm.

[...

Can she toss a box of cigarettes at his head? Is that something she can do?]

[ oda is in some other plane of existence right now so yeah. she can throw it and it'll smack him right in the face and fall on the floor. he doesn't even flinch. ]

Oh. [ he'll bend down to pick it up and check it out. ] Did you get these? Thanks.

[She jumps a little when it actually hits him in the face. She kind of expected he would catch it?!]

You're really out of it today.

Yeah...

[ he fidgets with the box of cigarettes. ]

I'm sorry. I...[ hm. ] I don't feel that well, I guess.

...?

[She's gonna put a hand on his head to try to check for fever if he doesn't stop her.]

[ oda's a little shocked, but he lets her.

he's fine, temperature wise. ]

That's not it.

[Satisfied, she steps back again, arms behind her back.]

Even if it were, you'd never tell me.

So it's psychological?

Yeah. [ to both things. ]

And that's why I worry.

I know.

[ he looks down, sighing. ]

I'm sorry. You shouldn't waste your time on me. Like I said, it'll be a disappointment.

It wastes even more time when I have to drag it out of you because you won't talk about it.

Whether I talk about it or not, it won't change anything.

Maybe not for you, but I'll be even more worried if you don't.

I feel...

[ he says it in a low voice, barely loud enough for saki to hear. ]

I feel like I've reached my limit.

[And that has her shooting him an extra concerned look, if silent.]

[ oda remains silent for a moment after he says that, not showing any emotion on his face. ]

Everything that happened the last three weeks...it feels like it's pulling me apart at the seams. I'm sure others are going through the same, too, but I can't resist it as well as them. [ he glances up at her momentarily ] As well as you.

[ he continues fidgeting with the box of cigarettes, the only sign of how nervous he is. ]

I hadn't noticed how much the Foundation had worn me down until this mission. But now...I feel like I've been left hollow.

Resisting...

[Her head dips down, and she looks away. "Resisting." Is that what it looks like? She supposes it must.

Everyone keeps saying how she's strong. Maybe that's why.]

I don't know if it's anything as great as that. Probably, the big difference between you and I is...

I'm scared. After everything that's happened, I'm scared to die.

[There's still so many things she wants to do. People she wants to see. The thought of all of that coming to an end-

It's terrifying, enough that her arms creep around herself in almost a hug.

But Oda doesn't even feel that fear anymore, now does he?]

I see.

[ oda nods to himself. maybe he understands saki's feelings, if just a little. ]

That's good, I think. I don't know what I'd do if you felt the same way as me.

We probably wouldn't be talking like this, for starters.

[Because she'd have given up.

But right now? She can't.]

...Right now, it's all I can do to try to keep everything together. I'm selfish like that - I don't...

I don't want to watch more people I love die. But I don't have the power to stop it by myself.

[Sandalphon. She'd talked to him, but of course that wasn't enough.]

That's why, I still...

I still don't want to lose you.

[And why she keeps feeling so frustrated, yet so scared. It feels like he's teetering on the brink of an edge, and she can't reach him to keep him from falling.]

...

[ oda doesn't know what to do. he stands there, almost motionless as he listens to her talk. there's a pang in his chest that he doesn't know how to describe, but it's still more than he had felt since sandalphon's execution.

since before then, even. ]

I don't either.

[ he says that plainly, like he's commenting on something mundane like the weather. ]

But I don't know what to do anymore.

Then try with me. We can't save everyone- and we can't stop all of the deaths. But can't we at least try to save as many as we can?!

[Her voice is rough and raw, rising in volume as she speaks, becoming almost pleading at the end.

She's so tired. She feels the exhaustion in her very bones. But she can't stop, can't give up, because the moment she does, what she fears even more will occur, and she will lose, lose, lose all over again.

She can't bear the thought.]

Mm.

[ he nods. unfortunately, he doesn't have the energy or the bravery to give her a hug, but at the very least, he'll set a hand on her head, patting it lightly. ]

I'll do what I can. For the others.

[Even if it's slight, the touch seems to help ground her a little. She gathers herself again before she speaks.]

I'm going to hold you to that. No matter what happens at the games.

[ it doesn't last long, though, since he retreats his hand back into his pocket. ]

Yeah.

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