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?]

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[marmoron]

[....Yeah that's an interesting tonal shift and it gets him to look at her with a raised eyebrow. Not going to call her out on this new "optimism" but still there's a coupke of seconds between that and...]

...Thanks, by the way.

[robitussin]

[In turn, there's a surprised pause.]

For what?

[marmoron]

For keeping that promise.

[He breathes out, managing a small smile in earnest.]

It meant a lot to see you in the morning.

[robitussin]

...Yeah. You too.

[A breath, and then:]

Not that I thought you would have, but - it sucked to see your name up there again.

[In the suspect list, that is.]

[marmoron]

Guess I have to be suspicious enough for the both of us.

[It's a joke, but there's no denying he's a little bitter about it.]

[robitussin]

...Maybe next week he'll finally lay off.

[One can hope.]

[marmoron]

You're getting to be a real optimist, you know.

[He has Doubts, but you know what? His endless salt towards the Sergeant wasn't what they were talking about.

[robitussin]

...You know, you're not the first person who's said that, but it's still weird.

[marmoron]

It's not a bad thing.

[robitussin]

[A soft laugh, more subdued than joyful.]

You sure about that?

[marmoron]

I don't know I'm not very good at it myself.

[Just being honest there.]

But hope's pretty important to have.

[robitussin]

...Yeah.

[All the same:]

It was hard to get it back home, but it's even harder here. You know?

[marmoron]

Yeah... Can't imagine what being here must be like for someone who's never had to deal with anything like this before.

You're a lot stronger than you think you are. You should be real proud of yourself, you know.

[robitussin]

[Softly:]

You don't have to say that, you know.

[marmoron]

I know.

[He looks at her, his expression more serious again. At the end of the day, he's not saying this to be nice.]

I'm saying it because I don't think you know.

[robitussin]

[It's hard to know what to say to that, but after a few moments...]

I'm not. You think I am, but I'm not.

[marmoron]

[Keith's quiet for a moment, and for once it's not because he doesn't know how to respond to that. Instead her words just remind him painfully of everything he's ever felt about Shiro's insistence on believing in him.]

..And you tell me I'm hard on myself, huh. You don't get to say that to me ever again.

[He shakes his head.]

Look. Most people wouldn't even be trying in a place like this. They'd be satisfied with just getting by, trying not to stick out their necks too much and wasting all their time feeling sorry for themselves instead of actually doing anything about it.

That's not you though. It doesn't matter that you're scared or that you don't have any powers or any out there experiences. You just walk right up to the asshole with bullshit powers and you ask him questions until you get answers. Hell, you'll even sneak around the Lodge despite knowing you could be killed for it. It doesn't matter how many friends you've lost, or how tired you feel. You don't give up. Everyone who has doubted you is just fucking wrong about you and if that includes you, then fine. You're wrong, too, Natalie.

[robitussin]

...Sure I do.

[It's the first thing she says, a poor attempt at a joke in response to his first words. Again, she looks moved somehow, but moved enough to say what's really on her mind here.]

I couldn't save him. Save - them.

[There are a multitude of people she could be talking about, but she doesn't specify who exactly it is.]

[marmoron]

No, you don't.

[That's sounding dead serious, but his tone does soften a little. He thinks he can more or less guess who she means by "them" but...]

...Them?

[robitussin]

...All of them.

[And that's not insincere, but of course there are people that dig at her more than others.]

Clarisse, Jughead, Dabi, Dazai... I couldn't even - I didn't even tell most of them how much they mattered before they were gone.

[marmoron]

We're getting them back.

[It's a quiet tone, but not one that suggests he has any doubts about it.]

But if you really don't think you're going to get the chance to tell them that yourself, you should ask Dabi or Hawks to pass on the message.

[robitussin]

That's not the point.

[Maybe it should be, but...]

Even if it gets fixed, I still couldn't stop it in the first place.

[marmoron]

There are a lot of fucked up things that happened here that you couldn't stop in the first place. Like the fact that we were here to begin with. You blaming yourself for that too?

[robitussin]

You don't get it, this is...

[She takes a breath, in and out, before:]

The... offers he makes us. Those are my fault, okay?

[marmoron]

[...]

...And how did you cause that?