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killtheanimals) wrote2018-07-08 05:06 pm
killtheanimals) wrote2018-07-08 05:06 pm
Week 5 - Sunday, Eddie
[He's hiding somewhat less by the time Sunday rolls around, which is to say at least he isn't hanging out in a tree at this exact moment. Instead, he's... around, wearing subdued clothes, face drawn from exhaustion. Perhaps unsurprising, given the week as well as, well, yesterday.
He's also unsurprisingly being even less social than normal. Eddie's going to have to approach him first, since he's currently just kind of staring out at the lake from the shade of the canoe-shack, staff in his lap even as he spins the Ragnaruk in his hand.]
He's also unsurprisingly being even less social than normal. Eddie's going to have to approach him first, since he's currently just kind of staring out at the lake from the shade of the canoe-shack, staff in his lap even as he spins the Ragnaruk in his hand.]
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His voice is rough from the tears of last night and toneless, too weary to interject much emotion at all.]
Makes you wonder what the point is, doesn't it? Even if we come up with plans to protect ourselves, she'll just ruin it all anyway.
[He's still furious at Red. But even those flames have died out; there's just not enough fuel to maintain it.]
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Yeah... What the fuck can we do? We can't all stick together, we can't hang out with the same people every week... how can we stay safe?! I mean... what if... what if she splits Richie and me up next week, too, and one of us...
[He swallows the lump in his throat. His voice is soft as he admits something that he's been too afraid to say out loud before now.]
what if one of us is next?
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The reason she gave was because you had spent too many times together. Boa...
[Why does it hurt to say this?]
...I'm still going to be working with Boa. With whatever he can find out over... there.
[Maybe they'll hate that, judging by their reactions to him yesterday. But it's the honest truth, and even like this, Mitsuru isn't going to hold that back.]
He's the one who wanted your safety. It'll be up to you, but... if one of you can find someone else you trust, someone you haven't spent time with yet who you think can protect you...
I'll protect the other, just as we planned before.
[He can honor that much, if they'll let him.]
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[As much as he'd been against even talking to the undead campers, and as much as he argued with Nine about whether or not they were still in there... he'd made the decision to try to hope that they were. To hope that there was still some glimmer of a chance that they could be saved, somehow. That they weren't gone for good.]
Thank you, Mitsuru. I... I know we haven't really hung out much. Hell, I barely know you at all! But... I know that Boa trusted you... and that's enough for me.
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...Then I suppose it's about time I actually earned it.
[All his attempts to combat this system so far have ended in failure. He's tempering his hopes now, realized that even if they play by the "rules," the "rules" still allow the adults to manipulate circumstances as they please.
But through his weariness, some of that petty spite reignites just enough. Just enough to keep him going. He will win this stupid game, one way or another.]
Before... Red. I promised him I'd speak with him on Monday. The real him, of course.
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And trust works two ways. I'll do what I can, too. [He pauses, thinking as he bites his lip] Do you really think you can still get through to him?
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That probably depends more on him than me, unfortunately. I was able to get Lillith to speak with me, and I hardly talked to her when she was... with us.
But if she could do it... I have no doubt he'll fulfill his promise.
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Yeah. Yeah, he's strong. And stubborn as hell. If anyone can do it, he can.