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.

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[dearboswell]

[Oh God.

Watson comes over to her side at an instant, and at first, he looks over her wounds, assuming that she's crying out of pain.

The realization that she's crying over him floors him for a moment.]

Shhh... It's alright, dear- it's alright. I'll still be here. Remember? Everyone else who dies in this place has come back- it's not the same, I know, but... It's alright. It's alright...

[He continues to murmur things along those lines for a while, trying desperately to comfort her.]

[pegathesis]

[Somehow, knowing that just...doesn't quite make it better. She'd said as much herself earlier in the week, to be doomed to an eternity as a ghost is- in her opinion- a fate worse than death.

She ends up pressing her face into Watson's sleeve, crying into it. Because she knows he's going to ultimately be voted to be executed, and there's nothing that can really be done. If she doesn't vote the same, they'll all be forced to the same fate.

She didn't think things could get any worse, but they finally have.]