Week 5 - Saturday, Mitsuru; Post-Trial

[killtheanimals]

[When Mitsuru finds him, it's in a tree away from the others, black sorcerer's robes wrapped around him to further conceal his presence. He's curled up in the branches, staff in his lap, Ragnaruk clutched tightly in his hand, shoulders shaking with the occasional silent sob.

He probably hasn't even noticed her, given the lack of reaction. To say he's doing poorly would be a huge, huge understatement.

In the end, he is, after all, only eleven- no. Twelve, now.]

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[fallbymyhands]

[everything is a mess]

[everything is a mess, and Mitsuru doesn't even know where to start cleaning up. if she can even clean it up. too many things are happening that are way outside her ability to control, to piece together. how the hell was she supposed to comfort someone when they watched their friend be ripped apart by people who were supposed to be comrades?]

[still. . .]

[she has to try]

. . . Ashikawa?

[her voice is soft, and carries gently to the branch where he sits. for now, she simply stands underneath, arms folded and expression. . . sad]