[As with last week, voice that same calm and level tone:]
I can do it.
I can do it.
[Wayne's just going to glance around. Then slowly puts a hand up.]
[Millium raises her hand. And, shocker of shockers, she's actually not jumping up and down excitedly asking to be picked like one might expect her to be.
She's shockingly calm about this, really.
You wanted a dead body, Sarge. Let her give you one.]
She's shockingly calm about this, really.
You wanted a dead body, Sarge. Let her give you one.]
I know this whole courtroom thing is complete bullshit, but I still object anyways. Just so I can make that clear.
[Something goes funny in her expression when the results are announced, a scowl that cannot manage to become one, and she looks unsteady.]
No—no, no, no, no, no! I...!
[And all at once she just sort of...slumps, nearly falling over.
Weakly, quietly:]
I failed.
[And there's no more resistance or fire left to her at all.]
No—no, no, no, no, no! I...!
[And all at once she just sort of...slumps, nearly falling over.
Weakly, quietly:]
I failed.
[And there's no more resistance or fire left to her at all.]
[A pause, but:]
Was it whatever was in the envelope after all, or did you just want to go home?
Was it whatever was in the envelope after all, or did you just want to go home?
[Jughead is very clearly not raising his hand with them both firmly in his pockets but he is giving a what the fuck guys look to almost everyone here.]
[There's a weak laugh.]
Guess you were right the other week huh?
Guess you were right the other week huh?
[she huffs out a breath that could be a laugh, maybe, if it were someone else, if it were worth laughing at. still, her voice comes so strained.]
I'm not wrong about much.
[but given the way her expression twists, she full well recognizes the irony.]
I'm not wrong about much.
[but given the way her expression twists, she full well recognizes the irony.]

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