WE ALL SEEK JUSTICE AND NOBODY IS OKAY

[tenrules]

[Another murder, another investigation, another trial, another execution. Unlike last time, it wasn't self-defense, and although they caught him, she's pretty sure nobody is happy. It was sentencing someone to death, after all.

Knowing that, Dlanor writes something on the back of profiles she took from the bulletin board, passing them under the doors. When in a hurry, use what you have, and those profiles will be back sooner or later, anyway]

Please come to the train station. Let's spend some time in each other's company, for our sake

[If you decide to come, you'll find whoever wrote that note has been working hard to make things somewhat nice. There's a few...whatever we all have been using as cups all this time...filled with milk -- evaporated milk with some water, it seems. Tastes almost like normal milk. Dlanor also brought a few twigs and a small piece of log from the sawmull, and seems to be currently trying to make a fire. Some warmth should be nice, right?

Come on, everyone, let's sit around this bunch of wood and strengthten our bonds]

Comments

[onlyexplainit]

[... Oh hey

It's you.]

... Angus.

I wanted to apologize to you.

[patternfinders]

[small, stoic nod] Shoot. [HAHA OKAY MAYBE BAD PHRASING]

I didn't quite make out what you were saying back in the bar.

[onlyexplainit]

I wanted to explain to you that it wasn't personal, and that I was only doing it because I didn't want all those planets destroyed.

I won't ask you to forgive me, but I wanted you to know the whole story.

[patternfinders]

...Ah. [The motive, he guesses. He didn't believe it out of selfishness and skepticism, though if it were something that happened, he'd definitely feel even worse.]

Like the Trolley System. I understand, now.

[His blank expression never changes, even when he's genuinely curious about something.]

How did you know I was asthmatic? I never got to see that trial.

[onlyexplainit]

Exactly like the Trolley Problem

[He looks just the tiniest bit sheepish as he continues.]

I was actually unaware of your asthma. I simply smoked a lot of cigarettes while I was waiting for someone to enter the bar.

[patternfinders]

It's funny, Mae, our friends, and I talked about the Trolley Problem the last time we almost died from a cult.

[It's...a long story, but hey they're ghosts now! And dead men are bound to tell some tales.]

Huh. That was oddly effective and a coincidence then.

[onlyexplainit]

A cult, huh?

[What do you mean he loves hearing about that.]

I suppose this entire scenario is a strange coincidence.