Third Trial.

[withthemost]

[The Mayor is oddly silent today. Contemplative. It may have something to do with the wallpaper here now being very obviously reinforced. Don’t try to tear it down again, kids. You won’t like what happens.

Both Martin and Alfred’s podiums have been smashed to pieces, one of those might come as a shock if you weren’t around when the other body was found. But in the end, you’ll have to press onwards regardless of how many people have fallen today.]

Trial start.

Comments

[dearboswell]

... Thank God.

[Watson looks oddly relieved. Now that he knows Juno's the one who fought off and wounded Alfred...]

[montages]

Watson—you don’t deserve this! This isn’t fair!

[dearboswell]

If someone has to die today, then I'm just glad it'll only be me.

[Now that the truth is out and Juno is safe from the fate of death, Watson seems calm- at peace, really. He's even writing something down in his journal, as if this is just any other day.]

[junosteel]

....

[He slumps over, staring blankly down at the ground.]

[montages]

You...you saved Twilight. You were just trying to help people, and..


...Damnit. I’m sorry, Watson. For all of this.

[junosteel]

Watson--you can't. You can't accept this. For--

[He chokes.]

For the love of God, you're the only doctor here. You're one of the few people I respect and...

[He pauses.]

Trust.

[dearboswell]

[Watson smiles at that.]

It'll be alright. I'll still be here, afterwards- like the others. If all else fails, I can talk you through treating other people and giving medication.

[He pauses, and digs into his coat pocket, pulling something out. The way he presses it into Juno's hands makes it seem like something so much more valuable than a mere journal.]

Keep this safe for me, please. When you all get out of here... If there's any way for you to find Holmes, contact him, please do- and give this to him.

If not... Well. Just take care of it for me.

[junosteel]

[Juno flinches when Watson touches him. Once he realizes what he's doing, he grips the notebook tightly in his hands staring down at it in disbelief.]

I'll...you...

...Sorry to get blood all over your notebook.

[It was a poor attempt at humor.]

I'm...I'm sorry.

[dearboswell]

It won't be the first time its gotten blood on it, I assure you.

Thank you, my friend.

[junosteel]

You...

[He lets out a slow, hollow laugh.]

Gotta say, you have some pretty shit taste in friends.

[dearboswell]

Well, you haven't nearly poisoned me by accident or faked your own death, so I think I'm getting better standards.

[junosteel]

[He snorts.]

I did send you to your death, though.