Opinions without 3.1415 are just Onions (Week1 post trial)

[ghostricked]

After everything, the house seems almost too still and too mundane. At least as long as the doors to that room remain closed. One by one those covered in what was once their teammate are lead to the showers or change in silence. There is no warm meal waiting for them. No words of encouragement.

Life goes on, regardless.

Comments

[impyroverished]

Let me help you. It's not the first time I have to clean uniforms. Between us both, this will get done quicker.

[Besides, in a place like this having something to do is a blessing]

[accessorytomurder]

...it will. Thank you.

[She scoots over to make room, smiling faintly.]

[impyroverished]

[Time to get to work. From how he does it, it's pretty clear Emil has done this a few times before, he even has a decent speed for that]

You did well during the trial, you know. Better than those of us who don't know where to start.

[...including himself, really, but he's not going to say that aloud, ever]

[accessorytomurder]

I-I just... I... had to keep moving. I had to keep—busy, or I'd stop, and I'd think too much, and...

[She pauses, looking down quietly.]

...a-and in the end, d-deep down? I... I think I was hoping we'd prove it couldn't... couldn't have been any of us. ...I know that's... that it wasn't realistic. But I hoped.

[impyroverished]

At least he didn't do it on purpose. He did something very stupid, but it's not like he went out there intending to kill her.

[Silver linings, really]