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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[rosebridled]

Not everyone wants to keep existing if the one they love is gone.

[ Gently stroking a rat's head... ]

I think that's just the type of person you are. We're different that way.

[dolleyed]

[ Kohaku wonders if it really has anything to do with being a specific type of person or if this is just that he's had to take the leap before and got used to going on. Then again, 'his whole life' had never quite equaled 'love' at any point. Maybe there's a different here that he couldn't understand if he tried.

More importantly... ]

We are? Then that means there's someone you need to go back to, huh...?

[ He's just going to assume Anthy doesn't love anybody in this place. ]

[rosebridled]

Ah...

[ Somehow, that wasn't the question she would have expected, and there's a hesitation in her response, as if she isn't entirely sure of the answer herself. ]

Well, I suppose so.

[ If only because "need" is a much more fitting word than "want" would have been. ]

[dolleyed]

Mhm.

[ Kohaku doesn't like to pry. More than anyone he knows that there are dark secrets lingering behind people's facades that aren't fun to share. He doesn't need to know every detail of a person to work with them, so long as they are clear on the matters that are relevant to their cooperation.

So while he can't deny that he wants to know more, he's not going to ask if Anthy doesn't want to elaborate out of her own accord. ]

Then that's twice as much reason to get our butts out of here. Sorry for getting reckless at the trial, by the way.

[rosebridled]

[ There are some things she might be more willing to elaborate on here than she would have back home, at this point. Or... well, maybe it's not so much a matter of her own willingness (though it's certainly a factor), but that there are a few people here who actually express interest in hearing about her experiences and why she feels the way she does, instead of being content to use her as a prop in their own stories.

Which... is new. And strange.

The conversation makes a shift before she gets there this time, though. ]

I do appreciate that, but maybe you could just try to avoid doing it again? I think we'd both prefer it if you didn't die here.

[ She'll look up from the rats to give him a smile with that, at least. ]

Some of the ghosts seem a little annoying.