Week 5 - Trial

[cartesio]

Week 5: Trial

      

Last time it was at dawn. Now it's at sunset. The Sergeant gave everyone plenty of time to investigate and gather evidence, and now that everyone entered the courtroom, he slammed his gavel.

"I can sense a few of you are feeling rather hostile. Remember you're in a courtroom, and you're being watched by everyone in town"

People's opinions of the visitors are already very low, but there's no need to feed them further with a brawl in the courtroom -- or so the Sergeant thinks. There are more podiums draped in black now. Five more people died, seventeen people are alive. How many will be left once the trial is over?

"This time we have three victims in total. Millium Orion, Cian Reikado, and Azura were the unfortunate victims last night, and now you shall debate and decide who is responsible for this.

These are your suspects. Vote for as many as you think are responsible for these crimes"

            

Let the trial begin.

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Comments

[carbide]

Because she would do as you requested.

[.........]

And because you are reminiscent of my enemy.

[marmoron]

[He had words to say to that first part, but the rest of what she says more or less answers the initial question. But it also opens up more questions, more confusion.]

You-- [He shakes his head, disgusted, With Olympia, with himself.] I thoguht we had a bonding moment over Jesus and Santa.

[carbide]

[...]

Perhaps, if I was human...

[marmoron]

You say that as if petty grudges against me for reminding you of someone not related to me isn't fucking human.

[That's bitter as all hell. His hands feel empty without a blade in this context.]

How are we similar?

[carbide]

An alien creature, pretending to be human.

[She is aware of the irony.

...

She's maybe a little closer to human than she realizes.]

[marmoron]

[That response just stuns him into silence. Keith wasn't expecting to hear that necessarily, but having it stated so plainly even here, even in places where the Galra don't fucking exist, hits a strange place. His eyes narrow, body language tense all over again as he glares Olympia down.

Bolin's gotten up and so has he, and it's clear that he's debating attempting another swing at her.]

I didn't ask to be born part Galra.

[Didn't ask. And honestly? He hated it for a long time when it became clear that there was Galran blood running in his veins. Hated the mistrust in people's eyes when they found out. Hated feeling even more isolated from the people around him than he already did.

That was all before he met Krolia and came to understand the alien mother who abandoned him. Fists tightening, he takes a deep breath.]

I'm not pretending to be anything other than who I am. You on the other hand? You don't even realize how pathetic you really are.