From the white lights, the darkness comes...

[sageking]

Today's trial was a mixture of regret, anger, guilt, and second-thoughts. Perhaps some people realized that situations and choices weren't to be black or white. However, decisions were made, and whether it'd be through people keeping secrets or causing a ton of chaos...everyone could probably agree on one thing:

They've made their choices and no matter what happened in the coming days, they will lie in the beds they made for themselves. Whatever that should mean for each and every single person still living here.

That being said, there's still new choices to make. In the days to come, what will those be?

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[finalring]

It’s for you, so of course. I just... forgot about it with everything that has happened...

[ he nods, pointing at the diary. ]

I hope it’s a nice message, at least. It’d be bad if I saved it for nothing.

[boardreversal]

[He - moves like he's in a dream, almost - slow, like he;s fighting through a haze. With trembling fingers, he takes the note from the diary, doing what he need to do to read it.

What does it say?]

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[finalring]

[ once battler takes the letter, he will see the following message written in pen, all in a cursive script.

Dear Battler,

If you’re reading this, then it’s likely that I’m dead. Actually, this is the only reason you’d be reading this, unless you’ve been snooping around Sensei’s stuff because he died. If that’s the case, then I’ll just have to write another letter and scold you.

If it isn’t and I’ve actually died, which is likely, then I wanted to tell you this one more time before you weren’t able to see me anymore.

No matter what happens, I’ll always love you, Battler. And even if you can’t see or feel me around, just know that I’ll always be watching over you.

I’ve never been really good at letters, now that I think about it. But because it’s on paper, it’s bound to last, right? That way you can always read this.

With love,
Rin ♡ ]

[finalring]

[ romani watches battler closely, though his head is rested against the frame of the bunk bed. seems like the pain meds are finally kicking in. ]

What does it say?

[boardreversal]

[He...doesn't speak immediately.

Mostly...because he's too busy pressing the letter to his chest and weeping, shoulders shaking.

When he does seem to remember...he turns around, a thankful smile on his face past the tears.]

Sensei....thank you. Thank you...so much....

[finalring]

[ romani smiles back at battler, the tension leaving his body as he realizes that the message had been received successfully.

even if it did require some stretching of the truth. ]

All I did was pass the message. I don't need thanks for that.

[boardreversal]

S-Still...

[He comes back over, sitting down and trying to wipe his eyes.]

Thank you...for keeping this for me. And...

['...
I'm...afraid, to ask this, but....
I have to.']

...Can we...be friends, again?

[finalring]

...

[ he wishes that he could bring himself to say no. at least, that way, it won't hurt as much if or when battler dies...

but romani also knows that's not true. it's far too late to worry about whether or not it won't hurt-- because he cares about battler. ]

If you really want to be friends with someone like me...then I'd be more than grateful, Battler.

[boardreversal]

...Then, we're friends.

[There's such a note of relief behind it - because Romani was one of the people here he cared for the most. As time ticked downward, and more and more of them were lost...In the end, he couldn't stop himself from caring about everyone, could he?

Especially not when his heart had been reawoken like this, proving to him that he....

'They're....people.
I can't shut them away, or tell myself otherwise.
...because, I care about all of them...So -']

And...I'm grateful, too, for the same reasons.