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

[foxetious]

I don't think my tea is good enough quality that he'd ignore my own interference, Romani.

[While Romani joins him on the floor, Gin takes that moment to pour him tea. Nice and hot!]

Maa, maa. I was at risk from the bomb too, you know. There's no thanks needed if I was just saving my own hide.

[finalring]

Well you did chop his arm off.

[ and a good chunk of battler's shoulder. he doesn't like that last part very much, but he admits that it was a necessary sacrifice.

he takes the tea with a nod of appreciation. for now, he holds the cup in his hands. ]

That's true. I guess you're more of the 'every man for himself' type?

[foxetious]

I could've done more than that, if someone wants to complain.

[and Battler got better! No (lasting) harm, no foul]

I'd say that I like to survive. If that means acting on my own, then I will.

[finalring]

I don't think anyone in their right mind would. Except Sho.

[ not that he can do that anymore either. roman takes a sip of his tea, trying to ignore the way that the memory of the execution twists his stomach into a knot.

when gin says that he's willing to act on his own, the doctor glances over at him for a second, somewhat concerned. then, he sighs. ]

I see. I guess that is one way to see it.

[foxetious]

Probably not, but you never know. Maybe someone has a hidden vendetta.

If you also benefit from it, you shouldn't sound so put out. Unless you're one of those self sacrificing types? [How boring]