["Let's do what we can to focus on survival here, then. Once we make it through this, we can sort the rest out. We've worked out so much already and we have some ideas for how to proceed; I'm certain we'll be just fine."
How quickly things can change. He'd been aware of it from the start, that any one of them could die. That out of everyone here, he and Dist are the easiest targets because neither of them really have the skills or power to fight back.
I don't know what I'll do if Dist gets himself killed. I can only hope his intellect doesn't let him down. That was the last thing he'd written before that disastrous trial and moving in with Dist. He'd destroyed his notes afterwards, content to never look back. But even then he knew. He knew it would mess him up, possibly more than anything else.
And yet here we are.
Iago enters Dist's room after Cumore has set Sonui's silence off in the hallway. He can't hear the door open or shut or the click of the lock, and he can't hear anything as he removes his circlet and mask and slides down the door to sit with his back pressed against it.
The complete silence doesn't stop him from speaking, though it's debatable whether it's actually speaking or just mouthing the words at this point.]
I'm sorry.
[Maybe that isn't how he should start, and he's not even sure just what he's sorry for, but that's as good a place as any.]
Whether you know it or not, you saved me. Some part of me wishes I could have taken your place. I would never wish this pain on you, though.
[He closes his eyes and leans back until his head hits the door.]
I should have figured it out. This wasn't even difficult and yet I couldn't put it together. Cumore nearly died too. What would I have done if I'd lost you both?
[He already knows the answer to that, and it's an unpleasant one that he won't voice, even without the risk of being heard by anyone, himself included.]
I'll find a way to bring you back. I have to. If I don't believe that, I don't know what I have left. No matter what it takes, I'll find a way. I'm not going to lose you. Not like this. Not now. I can't.
[That's the point where he buries his face in his hands again and even though there's so much more he could (should) say to Dist, he doubts Dist is able to hear him anyway. He didn't really ask Cumore to silence the room just so he could try to talk to Dist's ghost anyway. He came in here to cry, and that's exactly what he's going to do now.
After how absolutely horrific today has been, there isn't a damn thing in the world that can stop him from breaking. Not this time.]
week 5 | post-trial KNIFE EMOJI
How quickly things can change. He'd been aware of it from the start, that any one of them could die. That out of everyone here, he and Dist are the easiest targets because neither of them really have the skills or power to fight back.
I don't know what I'll do if Dist gets himself killed. I can only hope his intellect doesn't let him down. That was the last thing he'd written before that disastrous trial and moving in with Dist. He'd destroyed his notes afterwards, content to never look back. But even then he knew. He knew it would mess him up, possibly more than anything else.
And yet here we are.
Iago enters Dist's room after Cumore has set Sonui's silence off in the hallway. He can't hear the door open or shut or the click of the lock, and he can't hear anything as he removes his circlet and mask and slides down the door to sit with his back pressed against it.
The complete silence doesn't stop him from speaking, though it's debatable whether it's actually speaking or just mouthing the words at this point.]
I'm sorry.
[Maybe that isn't how he should start, and he's not even sure just what he's sorry for, but that's as good a place as any.]
Whether you know it or not, you saved me. Some part of me wishes I could have taken your place. I would never wish this pain on you, though.
[He closes his eyes and leans back until his head hits the door.]
I should have figured it out. This wasn't even difficult and yet I couldn't put it together. Cumore nearly died too. What would I have done if I'd lost you both?
[He already knows the answer to that, and it's an unpleasant one that he won't voice, even without the risk of being heard by anyone, himself included.]
I'll find a way to bring you back. I have to. If I don't believe that, I don't know what I have left. No matter what it takes, I'll find a way. I'm not going to lose you. Not like this. Not now. I can't.
[That's the point where he buries his face in his hands again and even though there's so much more he could (should) say to Dist, he doubts Dist is able to hear him anyway. He didn't really ask Cumore to silence the room just so he could try to talk to Dist's ghost anyway. He came in here to cry, and that's exactly what he's going to do now.
After how absolutely horrific today has been, there isn't a damn thing in the world that can stop him from breaking. Not this time.]