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

[montages]

Hey...

[ this is hard for him, too, but prompto walks over to her and gently rests his hand on her head. ]

I...I can do it for you. Is that okay?

[pegathesis]

[Twilight sniffs and nods weakly with his hand still on her head, unable to look at him directly. She isn't going to try to vote incorrectly for the sake of simply not wanting to. She just can't bring herself to do it on her own.]

[montages]

Okay. I got you.

[ he really, really doesn't want to do this. but if he doesn't, it may cost them all their lives. and watson wouldn't want that, as much as it pains prompto to do.

he picks up twilight's pen and writes. ]

The Confidant