[ 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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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.