LAST AFTERMATH

[thecomputer]

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:]

Clay-B-PAR-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Curly-B-COM-1 didn’t vote
Dan-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Horace-B-CIT-1 voted for DESTRUCTION
Logan-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Mukuro-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Paul-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Phi-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Rin-B-CIT-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Robin-B-INH-1 voted for REACTIVATION
Yomiel-B-LOY-1 voted for DESTRUCTION

Total:
REACTIVATION (8)
DESTRUCTION (2)

[At the end of the catwalk, nine of the pods fly upwards into lord knows where. The other eleven open. Looks like you get what you wanted - a way out of this insane place!]

Comments

[schrodingers_man]

[ Yomiel's just gonna... sit down right here and curl up into a ball. Thanks for nothing, assholes. ]

[staunton]

[ Knightley sits down near Yomiel, looking pissed off. ]

Assholes, all of them.

[schrodingers_man]

[ There's a slight nod, but that's Yomiel's only response. ]

[staunton]

I guess the only option I have left is to try dodging so I don't get stabbed somewhere fatal.

[ Fuck his life, basically. ]

It sucks that you don't have anything like that, though.

[schrodingers_man]

Good luck.

[ What a joke, that the only friend he has that actually got out of this alive is going home just to die anyway. Right now, that's kind of feeling like Yomiel's life in a nutshell. ]

[in_plain_sight]

...


I'm pretty sure the exercise is over.

[schrodingers_man]

It doesn't matter.

[in_plain_sight]

[Mukuro gently places an object on the floor, directly in the line of Yomiel's navel-gazing. It's a gun from storage.]

It's worth a try.

[With that, she walks away.]

[schrodingers_man]

...

[ He picks the gun up, but doesn't move otherwise. The Computer had said the rules of the exercise would still hold, but... she's probably right, it's at least worth a shot. If it doesn't work, what's he lost? Another clone?

...But not yet. He needs some time to cry it out first. ]

[plentyfriendly]

Sorry about that.

[needs of the many blah blah not going to forcibly sacrifice people against their wills.]

[schrodingers_man]

Leave me alone.

[plentyfriendly]

Still, we both don't have a lot to get back to. You being dead, and me... well, let's just say that while I am still alive, there's nothing left for me to do there.

But if you have been dead for ten years... there's an opportunity for you somewhere, and I don't want you to lose it.

[schrodingers_man]

You're wrong. I don't have anything left.

[ OK, technically, there's his deal with Sith, but he's abandoned any hope of that false life he asked for actually working out. If he's learned anything from this exercise, it's that he's too messed up in the head to ever be "normal" again. ]

[plentyfriendly]

Maybe it's something you don't think you have. Something you don't have right now, but get sometime in the future.

Or maybe... it's something you've already lost, and you're like me.

[Phi turns away, leaving him with this:]

"Elapsam semel occasionem non ipse potest Iuppiter reprehendere."

[...before taking a ridiculously high and long jump over to the pods.]

[schrodingers_man]

...

[ Yeah that just leaves him more confused than anything. Occasion? Jupiter? Reprehend? Whatever. Stupid girl doesn't know what she's talking about. ]