Week 4: April 22nd - April 26th

[cartesio]

Fourth Week

A second murder shook the town of Cartesio. Clarisse's ambush plan ended with Katsuki Bakugou's death. Now what?

Nothing to be done other than continuing their life and watch what happens. After two weeks, after the deaths they have seen, it's hard to think there's a way out. The only option is to wait for the right chance to turn the tables and see a weak point in the Sergeant's plans -- and hopefully not see any murders.

The townspeople's attitude towards the tourists soured even more. The destruction of the church was much worse than anything they had seen so far, and they ran out of patience. People who in the past were nice and wanted nothing more than to make the tourists happy now aren't afraid of saying to their faces what's what. Random pedestrians shout at the visitors, telling them to stop being criminals. Although there are a few who have more patience than the rest, general opinion is clear:

The tourists are nuisances, to say the least.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again.

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Comments

[robitussin]

He didn’t do it for revenge, or because he wanted to get something more out of it, okay? Like I told you, if anyone else did it for the same reasons, I’d be pissed at them, too. I mean, Jesus, Millium, I...

[She balks at saying trusted you, but - we’ll, here’s the root of it.]

I seriously expected better.

[doublelammy]

...Why?

[And here's the root of it, indeed.]

I know you didn't believe any of the stuff in the guestbook, but has any of it been wrong up 'til now?

I'm a spy. The things Gramps has me help out with, I gotta do way worse things than this to way nicer people. [And they have to live with it. Not that Millium knows, but that might be a crueler fate than death, in some cases.] And that kind of stuff, aside from just doin' what I'm told, I don't even have a reason for.

[She frowns deeply.]

I like you, too, Natalie. I like you a lot. But I think you kinda pretended there was a better person here than there ever really was.

[robitussin]

[There’s a moment after she listens to that where she looks honestly hurt - but it’s quickly covered under another layer of anger.]

Oh, right. Of course. Of course this is, it’s my own fault that I’m upset. You didn’t do anything at all to cause it, it’s just because I’m an idiot for...

[She cuts off abruptly, before she stands up.]

Fuck you.

[doublelammy]

["Boy, it was a rough couple of days when I first realized other people had feelings."

But the problem is, Millium doesn't. What she does have is half-formed and confused, at best.

She was not made for this. She bows her head, hiding her face behind her bangs and staring down at her legs.]

...I tried telling you, back in the kitchen building. I don't understand this kinda stuff.

I don't have the same kinds of feelings you have. I don't get this. Up until a couple months ago, I thought I was just weird and broken when my chest hurt until Rean told me that's what being sad was like.

[She sounds smaller than ever. She doesn't like talking about this. She didn't like bringing it up to Rean, but Rean always had a way of prying things out of everyone that they would rather keep to themselves.]

I did the thing, right? And I'm the one who can't understand it. So it's my fault, not yours...

[But knowing that doesn't make her understand it, and it doesn't fix things. She doesn't know if she can fix things.

Maybe it's just better to cut her losses here, even though it makes her chest tight and her stomach sick.]

[robitussin]

[The honesty, this time, gives her pause. She relents, even if it's only a little, because she can understand all too well how it can be to flounder, to not understand what to do to in social situations.

All the same, she still sounds irritated... But she isn't walking away.]

...So, what, you want like - a play by play on why I'm upset?

[doublelammy]

I... I dunno. I guess?

I don't know. I just know that I don't understand, and if I keep not understanding, no matter what happens from here I'm just gonna keep hurting you.

[robitussin]

Well, I don't know, either! I'm not exactly, like, well-versed in trying to deal with shit like this, I just...

[She rakes a hand through her hair, taking a seat back on the curb with a sigh.]

[doublelammy]

That makes two of us.

[Millium sighs, too, quiet for a long moment as she tries to think of what she should be asking.]

I guess...

What do you want me to do so I can just talk to you again like we did before?

[robitussin]

...I mean, I can think of something, but I don't know if it's something you can agree to.

[She drums her nails against her leg again.]

[doublelammy]

I guess neither of us are gonna know unless you ask.

[She looks over at Natalie.]

[robitussin]

[After a moment, though it's hesitant:]

...I just want you to promise me you aren't going to do anything like that again.

[doublelammy]

[There's a moment's pause on Millium's end, too, but:]

I can promise that.

[After all, she has no need to play that game with the Sergeant anymore – or any of his games, really. She has back the one thing she wanted.]

[robitussin]

[That clearly takes her by surprise, and she finally glances over at the younger girl.]

Oh. ...Okay.

[Another beat, and then:]

Well, that's... good.

[doublelammy]

So... are we... at least okay, then? Okayish?

[robitussin]

...I think okay-ish is a good summary. We can, um, work on the rest?

[doublelammy]

...I can work with that, yeah.

[The tiniest smile.]

[robitussin]

...Okay.

[There’s not quite a smile in response, but she certainly sounds relieved.]

Then - I guess I’ll talk to you later, yeah?

[doublelammy]

Yeah. Sounds good.

Enjoy the cookie.