AFTERMATH 04

[thecomputer]

Thank you for your input, Citizens! The results of the trial will now be revealed on your screens.

[The interface with the voting buttons vanishes, and is replaced with the following:]

Bobby-G-███-1 voted for Robin-G-███-1
Clay-G-███-1 voted for Yomiel-G-███-1
Curly-G-███-1 voted for Curly-G-███-1
Dan-G-███-1 voted for Paul-G-███-1
Horace-G-███-1 voted for Bobby-G-███-1
Logan-G-███-1 voted for Logan-G-███-1
Mukuro-G-███-1 voted for Bobby-G-███-1
Paul-G-███-1 voted for Bobby-G-███-1
Phi-G-███-1 voted for Bobby-G-███-1
Rin-G-███-1 voted for Bobby-G-███-1
Robin-G-███-1 voted for Robin-G-███-1
Yomiel-G-███-1 voted for Bobby-G-███-1

Total:
Bobby-G-███-1 (6)
Robin-G-███-1 (2)
Paul-G-███-1 (1)
Curly-G-███-1 (1)
Logan-G-███-1 (1)
Yomiel-G-███-1 (1)

Comments

[stinkingdeadendjob]

Yeah? Well I think you do.

[His hand holding the glass is shaking.]

You shamelessly tried killing me the night before. You owe me.

[thefaceofjustice]

Do you really believe I care? I don't owe you anything.

1/2

[stinkingdeadendjob]

You... hahahah... heheha...

[Clay's laugh steadily grows quieter. He slumps down and lies his forehead against the podium counter, banging lightly at it with his whiskey bottle. Till silence.]

2/2

[stinkingdeadendjob]

[His head swings up high. Mad, drunk eyes stare down the fake detective. Clay points at "Fulbright" as if he was wielding a sword.]

YOU OWE ME!!

I... haha... You. You would've killed me. I can't die here. I can't die here! Do you think... I'm allowed to die here? No, no, no, no, no, NO...

[He retreats his finger, and laughs a little bit more. Clay looks down at his glass of whiskey. His final glass. His tone gets quieter after that outburst.]

I'm. A father. And I'm gonna go home back to... a wife I can hardly look at anymore... a son who can't stop asking questions... another son I don't even know is mine... and a stinking dead end job that's like a noose wrapping tighter and tighter around my neck. You were... and you, you were going to ruin that for me.

It's all... part of God's plan, you know? If I die here... then what? Then, you don't even know! Do you? Do you, you collectivist jerkoff! You...

[His head cocks up one last time, and he smiles. His eyes are wet.]

...owe me. So let me ask you again. .. Why... did you want to kill me?

[thefaceofjustice]

None of that holds any meaning for me. Stop talking to me if you want to keep your unprotected life.

[stinkingdeadendjob]

[He glares at Fulbright one last time with enmity before taking his last sip from his glass, the last of the bottle's contents.]

Ahh. Goes down like water, Bobby. Cool, refreshing water. Bet you'll need a lot of that where you're going.

[While the spy had a talent for putting on faces and hiding his true self, so did Clay, though to a lesser extent. In spite of all the anger and desperation he just expressed, they all vanished from his face. The smile he has on as he looks over at Fulbright is the same, calm, fatherly look he makes certain to show the world.]

Tell Satan I said "hi".