[ Waiting to swap back into the armor at the last possible minute after also washing up, Richard tries his best to linger without necessarily hovering, beyond depositing some water on a table next to her at some point. She isn't crying this week, it's true (though he'd understand why she was, even if this was nothing like last week), so he's not sure if the same approach is needed, or really wanted.
He watches her with her head against her knees, and coughs slightly. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
[ He's mad at himself for not sticking with her so she didn't have to deal with that, but it's how it happened. It ain't about him right now, anyway. ]
[ she straightens her back, fixing up her glasses on her face as she looks up at richard. she wrings her hands on her lap, and a part of her fears that, if she glances down, she’ll see them covered in blood again. ]
Andrew had talked to me earlier this week… she was afraid that she was going to be used as bait after last week. I thought if she was with us, she’d be safer, but…
[ After deliberating for a second, he finally gives up and moves to sit next to her. ]
... to be honest, I'm not sure what's the best course of action. [ shrugs his shoulders, before they deflate somewhat. ] I do not want to have another innocent person fall victim as a result of what we've done, but I also do not want to open up the capacity for any future retaliations on our part.
[ He means that he doesn't want her to be targeted specifically, but. He's trying to be conscious of the fact that they're supposed to be a unit in this. ]
[ He hums in thought, looking down at her leaning against him. There is no good solution, she's right. But he can't help but get the feeling that getting ahead of the narrative before it's forced on them might be the right move, but the distinct lack of an idea of how it'll go down gives him a great deal of pause. ]
... At the very least, it may be worth having some sort of number on our side should anything come to pass. [ His lips purse into a thin line, as he thinks about Ayaka's conversation with Homura on Tuesday.
At the mention of Sabo, though, he places his hand on her knee, in an attempt to help ground her from whatever he can assume she's seeing right now. ]
Where was the rest of him? If you know?
[ why did they play basketball with his head........... should've been on the bulls.... ]
...Well, numbers are only going down, Saber. Should we hold a meeting with the rest of your roommates? Or at least the ones that might not kill us if they find out?
[ if they want numbers on their side then there's no better time than now. and if it's true that the dead are elsewhere, then perhaps they're watching them; cursing them.
she looks down at the hand on her knee, and she weakly places hers on top. ]
I found his...the torso in the gallery. [ she draws in a sharp breath, holds it, and lets it go. ] But it had no limbs, so I'm guessing others had to find it.
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He watches her with her head against her knees, and coughs slightly. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
[ He's mad at himself for not sticking with her so she didn't have to deal with that, but it's how it happened. It ain't about him right now, anyway. ]
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[ she straightens her back, fixing up her glasses on her face as she looks up at richard. she wrings her hands on her lap, and a part of her fears that, if she glances down, she’ll see them covered in blood again. ]
Andrew had talked to me earlier this week… she was afraid that she was going to be used as bait after last week. I thought if she was with us, she’d be safer, but…
[ obviously not. ]
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[ could've saved her by tiring her out too much and just going back to bed. tch. ]
Did she specify who she thought the bait was going to be for? [ ... ] Most likely us, right?
[ Given the timing of everything, there's no way that this wasn't targeted from last week. ]
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[ she shudders at the thought. another person’s blood on their hand— how many more will it be? ]
Saber… should we say something?
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... to be honest, I'm not sure what's the best course of action. [ shrugs his shoulders, before they deflate somewhat. ] I do not want to have another innocent person fall victim as a result of what we've done, but I also do not want to open up the capacity for any future retaliations on our part.
[ He means that he doesn't want her to be targeted specifically, but. He's trying to be conscious of the fact that they're supposed to be a unit in this. ]
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that is the problem indeed, isn’t it? ]
I don’t know either. I’m worried about the same thing, actually. Maybe there’s no good solution.
[ she doesn’t want to die herself, but she’d be okay with falling on the sword for their crime. she’s aware though, that richard would never let her.
the image of sabo’s decapitated head flashes in the back of her mind, and she the idea of it being richard makes her stomach churn. ]
They tore Sabo apart. Shoved his head into a chandelier.
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... At the very least, it may be worth having some sort of number on our side should anything come to pass. [ His lips purse into a thin line, as he thinks about Ayaka's conversation with Homura on Tuesday.
At the mention of Sabo, though, he places his hand on her knee, in an attempt to help ground her from whatever he can assume she's seeing right now. ]
Where was the rest of him? If you know?
[ why did they play basketball with his head........... should've been on the bulls.... ]
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[ if they want numbers on their side then there's no better time than now. and if it's true that the dead are elsewhere, then perhaps they're watching them; cursing them.
she looks down at the hand on her knee, and she weakly places hers on top. ]
I found his...the torso in the gallery. [ she draws in a sharp breath, holds it, and lets it go. ] But it had no limbs, so I'm guessing others had to find it.