the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

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[soupervillain]

[ This trial hasn't been too easy on Giovanni. The first two, as horrible as they were, at least mostly involved people he didn't know too well (with one notable exception). This time, he'd been close to everyone. Flayn had talked to him about evil and video games, Haku had bolstered him in a moment of weakness, Zabuza had worn maid dresses with him and held him up to look in a bear's mouth, and Rin... his roommate. His Nemesis. They never had their final showdown.

He really doesn't want to set foot in his room again. With Rin's empty bunk above him, and Flayn's across the room, and Seteth right there doing his own grieving... But at the same time, after everything that's happened, he really just wants to sleep. What else is he going to do? So on Saturday night, after delivering Rosa her soup, he'll be in Room 3, sleeping off the day's events, or trying to. It doesn't come easy.

On Sunday, he's occasionally in the library, trying to distract himself by flipping through some of the undamaged books, though his heart's clearly not in it. Sometimes he pokes his head into the pantry, determining which of the questionable cans he can salvage as soup side dishes. The rest of the time, he's just wandering, feeling bad about himself. Fun times for Giovanni. ]

library

[cw_suicide]

[aw buddy.

maybe it'll cheer him up to notice Dazai's using the bandanna as neck bandages?]

Ah, Boss. Were you looking for something?

[look, he knows it cheers Giovanni up to be called Boss so he's just not going to stop now.]

[soupervillain]

Oh, Deathseeker - hey, you're wearing your BB bandanna?

[ Seeing his hard work go appreciated does cause a smile to flash across Giovanni's face, if a bit shakily. But then he remembers that Flayn had apparently been wearing hers around her neck, too, when she was killed, and the smile falters. ]

Eh, you know. Just trying to see what I can bring back to the room before we lose this place. Any idea where they keep the old-timey adventure stories?