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.

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[impyroverished]

You don't get to tell me not to worry.

[Admitting you feel terrible may be for the best, really. Hiding this kind of thing can be unhealthy!]

...somewhat better now that I got some time to grieve, I'll be fine. I wasn't close to Olympia, but it's going to be weird to not have her around anyway.

[soupervillain]

I sure do! I'm your boss, and that means you have to listen to me!!

[ There's a little of his usual fire back in his voice at this, but it quickly fades. ]

Yeah, I didn't know Doombot too well either, but... now I guess I won't get to. And Matrix...

[ Is it bad to mourn a killer? Probably, but hey, he's a bad guy. And Sho was one of his best friends here. It hurts. ]

[impyroverished]

You don't get to worry about me if you don't let me do the same.

[It's give and take, you know]

...maybe...if they come back as ghosts they won't be like the Todd guy?

[cue Giovanni getting his heart torn apart by a laser eye in like two days]

[soupervillain]

Fine! What if we worry about each other! What about that, huh, smarty pants?!

[ why don't we just have a MUTUAL FRIENDSHIP of RESPECT and CARING gosh ]

...do you really think they could? I mean, Matrix said that graffiti thing was gonna bring him back, but I looked and... it's all rubbed out now. I think it didn't work.

[ He tries not to sound too gutted. ]

[impyroverished]

Oh, you got me. Didn't think of that.

[You get all the credit, Giovanni]

Sure. Olympia is a robot and Sho is...Sho. They're not like Todd. They may be able to handle it better than he did.

[soupervillain]

Ahh, no need to thank me, faithful minion.

[ Giovanni preens. He's so smart sometimes, he scares himself. ]

Yeah, I bet you're right! If anyone could make being a ghost into their own, non-creepy-Todd-guy thing, it's those two. ...I hope.

[ He scuffs the toe of one boot into the floorboards as he picks up his knitting again. ]

Hey, what's your favorite color?