Steven just. Closes his eyes. But he feels that stare. And eventually he will, with great reluctance, turn his face and stare back at Fukuda with a decidedly comparatively less sad look.
In a lot of ways, Steven really does look like some kind of man fallen from grace, going from snappy and smiles in a suit to constant grimacing in a threadbare grey hoodie. Everything is so uncomfortable. ]
You invited me to be partners [He did not] ... and then not only could I not protect you, but then I couldn't even help solve your murder... [You're dead too??]
You decided we were partners, I didn't "invite" anyone. [ Ruefully, he shifts in his slab of a bed to squint down at him. ] Unfortunately, it seems the game is geared to help out whoever decides to land a kill, over actually defending anyone's lives.
How the hell did you die, anyway. [ It occurs to him he never asked. ]
[Fukuda exhales loudly the way dogs sigh as if the weight of the world is on their shoulders even though they are just fucking dogs with no problems whatsoever. That said he has a good reason;]
[ He has no idea what happened in Trial, after all. Fukuda is an odd man, but as far as Steven's perceived him, Fukuda hasn't been particularly offensive nor obtrusive to anyone. Least of all to Steven.
Mr Gu Yun thought I might've drilled a hole in your head and then smashed it in to cover it up. But then when I said that isn't how I would do it, people just got mad about that.
Yeah, maybe because you said that isn't how you would do it, instead of just plain saying you wouldn't do it.
[ He grimaces. Somehow this doesn't surprise him given the implication he received that Fukuda had drilled his own head, once upon a time. But still, you dumbass. Did you really have a 150 IQ? ]
It does for me, though.... [Said with very little energy since Steven then moves to ignore him. He'll be quiet but he does not go anywhere. After a long moment;]
[Well, now that you mention that, he actually seems to deflate further, because;]
I was right about miss Primrose.... I feel like no one would have listened to me, but I still keep thinking about it. [What if he'd say something? What if people HAD taken him seriously? Could they have actually voted correctly for once? Or would people have even wanted to vote for someone who killed Grell?]
Were you? [ Steven hasn't bothered much with speaking to everyone else, outside of Luca and a little bit of Vlad. He just wasn't in the mood to keep socializing after their deaths. ]
You told me that Primrose was someone you liked. And you were afraid that she would be executed if you'd given her away. [ He just keeps lying there, one arm tucked behind his head, looking back up at the ceiling. ] Sometimes, you make small alliances for the people you care about.
The world... the universes would be a crueller place if everyone was that black and white.
You're dead. [ He says this very flatly. ] I don't know, or don't care if you're the type who's going to hit me with one of those bullshit "I already died though" statements, that doesn't make dying any better.
[ Therefore, you are not "not that worse off". ]
There's little we can do else about it. So find some other emotion to wallow in.
Haha... I won't say that, then. But I meant more that before I came here, I was in jail, essentially. So being trapped here, where I can still have some freedom...
[Reaching out just to vaguely pat at Steven's arm.]
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Steven just. Closes his eyes. But he feels that stare. And eventually he will, with great reluctance, turn his face and stare back at Fukuda with a decidedly comparatively less sad look.
In a lot of ways, Steven really does look like some kind of man fallen from grace, going from snappy and smiles in a suit to constant grimacing in a threadbare grey hoodie. Everything is so uncomfortable. ]
I didn't let you in.
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I'm sad, Steven.
[This is basically a non sequitur?]
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And?
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How the hell did you die, anyway. [ It occurs to him he never asked. ]
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People thought I killed you.
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[ He has no idea what happened in Trial, after all. Fukuda is an odd man, but as far as Steven's perceived him, Fukuda hasn't been particularly offensive nor obtrusive to anyone. Least of all to Steven.
Then again. Tobleronegate. ]
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[ He grimaces. Somehow this doesn't surprise him given the implication he received that Fukuda had drilled his own head, once upon a time. But still, you dumbass. Did you really have a 150 IQ? ]
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[Fukuda says nothing because he's trying to weigh exactly what is acceptable to say to Steven but also his silence definitely says SOMETHING.]
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[ Fukuda. ]
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[ ... ]
Why are you here. [ Like, in my room. Leaning on my bed. ]
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[As usual he is not answering the more pressing question.]
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[Said with very little energy since Steven then moves to ignore him. He'll be quiet but he does not go anywhere. After a long moment;]
Are you mad at me?
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No. [ He doesn't have a reason to be mad at Fukuda. ]
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Though I guess if it was something you cared about, at least you would've had some personal satisfaction in knowing you got the right answer.
[ He rolls in the bed a little, turning his back on Fukuda. ] It doesn't matter, it won't bring either of us back.
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I was right about miss Primrose.... I feel like no one would have listened to me, but I still keep thinking about it.
[What if he'd say something? What if people HAD taken him seriously? Could they have actually voted correctly for once? Or would people have even wanted to vote for someone who killed Grell?]
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You told me that Primrose was someone you liked. And you were afraid that she would be executed if you'd given her away. [ He just keeps lying there, one arm tucked behind his head, looking back up at the ceiling. ] Sometimes, you make small alliances for the people you care about.
The world... the universes would be a crueller place if everyone was that black and white.
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[He sighs.]
I'm sad, but I'm really not that worse off than I was before I got here. I'm more sad about everyone else.
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[ Therefore, you are not "not that worse off". ]
There's little we can do else about it. So find some other emotion to wallow in.
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[Reaching out just to vaguely pat at Steven's arm.]
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So like Satoru, you're another one who showed up from imprisonment.
What was your wish for coming here? Freedom?
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