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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[foxetious]

He claimed he would come back, what right do I have to doubt him? [a pause to savor the smell of his tea, mostly so Haku has no choice but to wait for him under the guise of politeness.] There was also no rule that those executed had to be in one piece.

[dreamshielder]

If he'd died, the rules seemed to imply that we would have had to vote for another in his place. As the person who killed him, you would have been the most likely candidate.

[foxetious]

Do you doubt the group's ability to keep someone alive for several minutes? That's not very sporting of you.

[dreamshielder]

It's not a risk I would have taken, no.

But I see that reapers are more trusting.

[foxetious]

Is 'trusting' really the first word you think about when you look at me?

[If anything, the smile Gin levels at Haku is even more intensely unsettling than normal.]

[dreamshielder]

[Unflinchingly, Haku simply returns a smile.]

I think you're wasting your time trying to play games with me. There are bigger problems to be dealt with.

[foxetious]

You say that, yet you're more than willing to play at having the high ground--as though my actions didn't save every single person [barring maybe Subete and his lemmings] in this house. Including you.

[dreamshielder]

[That's getting a blink, and then:]

I wasn't all that concerned about having the moral high ground actually.