Week 6: May 6th - 10th

[cartesio]

Sixth Week

Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?

The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are unwelcome.

Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.

Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.

Cartesio has become a menacing place.

In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.

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Comments

[pursuitofdeath]

...when I first heard them, they were echoed as the feelings of someone who'd freed himself from the shackles of living with the great pain that he felt were only naturally laid at his feet.

That kind of meaning... I can relate to it.

[That in and of itself is a worrying examination. But-- he continues.]

However... I can't accept it. That kind of thinking was flawed from the beginning. Not only the kind of thinking that lead him to that conclusion, but the very logic of those words themselves. To die is to embrace the end of one's existence. And so... if one is to save oneself... by that logic, you can't.

You have to live.

[robitussin]

[There's a pause at that, while she thinks that out, but then...]

And - is that just your interpretation of that quote, or what you're planning on?

[It's said quietly.]

[pursuitofdeath]

You asked for my interpretation of the quote.

It's not something I've thought about in regards to myself.

[That would require him to consider the concept of saving himself.]

[robitussin]

[There's another pause, but...]

You know, you remind me of someone.

[It's said simply, but it might explain why she's always been so nervous around him and desperate to help him, all in one.]

There's no harm in thinking about it like that.

[pursuitofdeath]

Oh?

[Ah-- that's... not a good thing. But for all she's listened to him, he's not surprised that there's some kind of connection.]

what kind of person are they?

[robitussin]

What kind of person...?

[She tilts her head at that, thinking about how to describe her.]

Confusing. Unhappy... Tired. [A shrug.] Lonely, I guess, even though she doesn't have to be.

[She seems like she's holding something back. Her words might be more unflattering if she hadn't just compared Dazai to whoever she's speaking about.]

[pursuitofdeath]

[Well. There’s no need to push her for information she doesn’t want to share. Instead, he just hums thoughtfully and listens until she’s finished.]

It sounds as though she’s someone you care a good deal about.

[robitussin]

[There's a beat, and then, simply:]

My mother.

[pursuitofdeath]

...I see.

[It does make sense now. Why she’d tried so hard— why she took him so seriously when others simply accepted the way he was.]

I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s complicated.

[robitussin]

It's not like it's your fault. You don't need to be sorry.

[But she doesn't say anything about it being complicated. Instead...]

You didn't say anything, when I said there's no harm in thinking about it in terms of yourself.

[pursuitofdeath]

No, I suppose I didn’t.

...happiness is a difficult thing. It’s not enough to simply want it. You can chase it or you can imitate it, but there is no guarantee that it will help.

I did search once. And I could never get past the apathetic film that coated my eyes.

So I stopped looking, and I began to help others. And it was just a little more beautiful than before. But... I felt something here. Amidst tragedy and horror, for a moment I knew what it was to find those things I’d been searching for so many years ago.

And things I cared about may be gone but— I can still remember it so clearly. What it felt like to live within those happy moments. It hurts but it still exists in my memories and I can feel that.

...I want to protect those memories. I want to remember how much it hurt because that pain came from something that sparkled more brightly than anything I’ve ever known— even just for a moment.

This is... a version of myself that... I’d like to save.

[robitussin]

[There's... relief, first and foremost. A breath in and a breath out, one that she's been holding since he told her about the execution. She may not be the type to put forth as many words as he has, regardless of how carefully she listens to all of his. Still, all the same, she wants to make her thoughts on this clear:]

It's a version of yourself worth saving.

[And, really...]

I'm pretty sure he'd agree with me there.