[ Fukuda you have so many layers and the only way to see them is through that hole.
He blinks a little at that. ]
Was that not the power granted after making it through that god-awful river ride? [ Steven admittedly spent a part of the first half of the trial clearly tired and groggy, fading in and out of sleep. Getting drained of blood a bit the direct night before might do that to you. ]
The risk of having Miss Primrose be executed, you mean. [ Yeah, he supposes that's fair. Even if the method was fair and most people wouldn't, it would only take one person with a malicious vote to tip the scales that way. Steven can already easily name one person who would've, in the form of HK-47. Keynesian Beauty Contest... his thoughts keep going back to things like that. ]
He blinks a little at that. ]
Was that not the power granted after making it through that god-awful river ride? [ Steven admittedly spent a part of the first half of the trial clearly tired and groggy, fading in and out of sleep. Getting drained of blood a bit the direct night before might do that to you. ]
The risk of having Miss Primrose be executed, you mean. [ Yeah, he supposes that's fair. Even if the method was fair and most people wouldn't, it would only take one person with a malicious vote to tip the scales that way. Steven can already easily name one person who would've, in the form of HK-47. Keynesian Beauty Contest... his thoughts keep going back to things like that. ]
I like to be in full awareness and control over my own faculties. This week and everything about it has been fucking shit enough. [ He felt like he was 20-something again, unstable, erratic, ready to snap. He spent years building on top of that, shoving that part of him to the darkest corner. He didn't need it being dragged up. ]
I guess, since the opium is apparently self-restocking, the alternative would just to have everyone hazed out to hell and back. Fulfills some kind of horrible indulgence I'm sure, while simultaneously invalidating everyone from coherent violent acts.
[ He says that dryly. Don't encourage it. ]
I guess, since the opium is apparently self-restocking, the alternative would just to have everyone hazed out to hell and back. Fulfills some kind of horrible indulgence I'm sure, while simultaneously invalidating everyone from coherent violent acts.
[ He says that dryly. Don't encourage it. ]
Hm. Well, it'd be nice to at least have that closure even outside of the trial, where she can't be hunted down in the emotional heat of the moment.
At least then, we'd be able to rest easier knowing whether someone willing to immolate a body that hard is still walking around among us or not.
At least then, we'd be able to rest easier knowing whether someone willing to immolate a body that hard is still walking around among us or not.
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