week 6, post trial

[robitussin]

[Their numbers keep falling. Three people have died already this week, with two more on the way tomorrow. With the outburst the townspeople gave them once the results came through... If anyone were feeling downhearted, it's to be expected at this point. Things continuing at their current pace is a frightening thought, after all. Like last week, the offer to spend time together or meet in a central location doesn't come.

Hawks and Dabi wait for the morning in their cells, but the rest of the tourists are free to wander about the town as they please; free to rest, to talk with each other, and to try to gather strength wherever they can. So, where does the evening find you, Cartesio?]

Comments

[quickpersuader]

Like you're just... meant to be playing piano?

[robitussin]

Kind of, but it's more...

[She thinks for a second about how to phrase this.]

So, like... Mozart's one of my favorite composers. He was kind of a total mess, but that's not the point. Even though he was kind of a total mess, you can't hear any of that in his music. Just the harmonies, the logic in the way all the notes are meant to be played to create a specific feeling or sound. It... makes sense to me in a way other things don't.

[quickpersuader]

[She tilts her head slightly as she listens.]

Is it hard when things don't make sense?

[robitussin]

...I mean, yeah.

[She says it as if it's obvious. Likes: logic, and all that.]

[quickpersuader]

Is it hard to accept things for what they are?

[robitussin]

It's hard to accept things that don't make any sense, yes.

[quickpersuader]

Well, I guess what I'm trying to ask is more...

Is it always important to know how or why something happens?

[robitussin]

Maybe not in the big picture, but it's important to me. I kind of like knowing things.

[quickpersuader]

Not really the "mysteries of life" type, huh?

[robitussin]

[A snort.]

Yeah, no. I've got enough of those.