[she isn't sure she can agree with that, honestly. if people are looking for someone to blame for guy's death, and they aren't able to find the killer - well, the next nearest place they'll look is his executioner.
and enough of them already seem to resent the directors for the situation they've found themselves in.
she doesn't seem sure how to articulate that.]
I would rather it not need to be any of you. I - if there is some way to... [she does not look happy to be saying what she's saying, but.] ...could I volunteer? If it seems as though one of you will be made to do that again?
[that isn't entirely unexpected - it seems to just be the way of things. but flayn almost wishes that it was. that, if she was able to face down someone who was up for execution, they might be able to slay her - but that if she survived it, it would be enough to convince the group to see her as capable or murder, because at this rate she doesn't think she'll ever be caught for what she did last week.
and she doesn't want to wait for another week, to be caught after taking someone else's life. she's going to play her part in this until she's stopped, because she has to - shirking her duty is not something she can do... but she wishes she could be caught, within the rules of the game.
it's probably best she can't figure out how to articulate any of this.]
-not unkind to ask. I... can understand why you would want to.
[they know how she must feel, after what she did, after getting away with it; shadows can understand that without being able to confess, this must seem like an acceptable option to be punished for it.
their hand grips hers a little tighter.]
I'm sorry I can't help. But please... try to live.
[she looks up at them, her expression clouded over with confusion.
they're caught in this game just as much as she is. they have their own rules to follow, and if this plays out to the end the way they've been told it will -
winner take all. and their team can only win if she's dead.
...but she doesn't want to say that out loud.]
I... [she sighs.] ...I shall try. But...
[it's hard. she doesn't want to die, exactly, but she hates hiding from the consequences of her actions. not admitting it feels so much like lying.
...maybe whoever got away with it this week is suffering, too.]
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[they don't take one of her hands, but they do reach over to sort of just. pat it.]
...better to be me than one of you.
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[they pat her hand, and she takes their hand. no escape, she's holding hands with the void and this time she isn't even love arrowed into it.]
...it would be better for it to be no one.
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this is all right. if flayn is offering, it's all right.]
Yes. But must be someone. In that case, it was... better none of you had to end his life.
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[she isn't sure she can agree with that, honestly. if people are looking for someone to blame for guy's death, and they aren't able to find the killer - well, the next nearest place they'll look is his executioner.
and enough of them already seem to resent the directors for the situation they've found themselves in.
she doesn't seem sure how to articulate that.]
I would rather it not need to be any of you. I - if there is some way to... [she does not look happy to be saying what she's saying, but.] ...could I volunteer? If it seems as though one of you will be made to do that again?
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[the concern in their tone is clear, and they're quiet for a moment, seemingly caught off guard by that. they do want to object.
but they shake their head, because regardless of their feelings on the matter-]
We do not choose. There is- no way we can influence who is chosen.
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[that isn't entirely unexpected - it seems to just be the way of things. but flayn almost wishes that it was. that, if she was able to face down someone who was up for execution, they might be able to slay her - but that if she survived it, it would be enough to convince the group to see her as capable or murder, because at this rate she doesn't think she'll ever be caught for what she did last week.
and she doesn't want to wait for another week, to be caught after taking someone else's life. she's going to play her part in this until she's stopped, because she has to - shirking her duty is not something she can do... but she wishes she could be caught, within the rules of the game.
it's probably best she can't figure out how to articulate any of this.]
...I am sorry. That was unkind of me to ask.
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[they know how she must feel, after what she did, after getting away with it; shadows can understand that without being able to confess, this must seem like an acceptable option to be punished for it.
their hand grips hers a little tighter.]
I'm sorry I can't help. But please... try to live.
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they're caught in this game just as much as she is. they have their own rules to follow, and if this plays out to the end the way they've been told it will -
winner take all. and their team can only win if she's dead.
...but she doesn't want to say that out loud.]
I... [she sighs.] ...I shall try. But...
[it's hard. she doesn't want to die, exactly, but she hates hiding from the consequences of her actions. not admitting it feels so much like lying.
...maybe whoever got away with it this week is suffering, too.]