Week 5 - After The Massacre

[dolleyed]

[ Silence has settled in the resort, but the lack of auditory input hardly seems to matter when there is an overwhelming stench of death hanging in the air of the third floor. Burned flesh, the iron stench of blood, burned hair... guts and decay. All everywhere.

No staff appears to clean the mess. There's only yourselves now and the remnants of what used to be your friends. ]

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[latebluemer]

[She doesn't seem particularly upset about it, but then she doesn't seem to really react in any visible way besides looking from the cup and back to him again. Then there's the smallest shrug of her shoulders.]

I've been wanting to do that for a while.

[Just. Casually. She's not usually the violent sort, but she's also not usually the sort who has to watch an eight-people massacre before breakfast. Which is definitely not happening at this point.]

But I don't feel like having all of us die even faster.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He holds a blink. A wry smirk is the only response, at first. He's turning to face the counter, hands pressed against it as he lowers his head. ]

... It's getting easier to forget.

[ Both hands curl against the countertop. ]

Master Xehanort would probably have a lot to say about how much I've been letting myself slip up. Anger... loneliness... He wanted me to use those feelings - not let them control me.

[ Quietly, there's a chuckle. The next words are especially quiet - not much better than a whisper. ]

No wonder I failed.