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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so he appreciates this, a lot, even though a part of him doesn't want to cry in front of Sting. Sting, who's so good and so strong. geez, Osomatsu thinks he must look like a wimp, some guy with no powers, who put someone he considered a friend to death. and for what? for the asshole Sergeant who started this whole thing?
he shudders again, sobbing for a few more minutes before he finally lifts his head, pulling a hand away to scrub at his eyes with his sleeve]
...S-sorry...
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Once he does, Sting pulls his hands away. ]
It's okay, it's not like you did anything wrong. [ Well, okay, technically killing Fran like that was wrong but?? Crying isn't wrong. ]
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... [he sniffles, then nods, looking away for a moment. he's embarrassed, but strangely feels a little better. i mean, everything is still awful, but Osomatsu at least feels like he can make it through another day]
I... [hm. he debates telling him something, but decides against it, and just says:] Thanks.