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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[robitussin]

...Errors on the disc sound too convenient, but I'll decide when I show it to everyone, I guess.

[She nods along.]

Anything else?

[amburere]

[ A nod. He would have done more digging if murder plans hadn't superceded everything.

As to her question, he pauses. It didn't really matter but-fuck it. ]

When you grab the DVD, you'll see a flower. Water it, if you want. [ Asking her outright is too much, but he had to make some attempt for reasons he doesn't understand. ]

[robitussin]

Okay.

[And then...]

Didn't really think you were the type for flowers. I learn something new every day, I guess.

[amburere]

I'm not. [ When they started talking, he had gone to a lot of lengths to be careful about what he said in earshot of Hawks. But now he's tired, more tired than he's felt in a long time. ]

They're my mother's favorite— an autumn bellflower.

[robitussin]

[Something about that gets her voice to grow... not quieter, but softer somehow.]

I don't know much about plants, but I'll take care of them.

[amburere]

Thanks.

[ The first and last(?) time he'll offer that word with sincerity. That settled, he doesn't have anything more to say. He's said too much already. ]

Cya later, huh?

[robitussin]

[She's sure he's the last person who wants to see this, but... All the same, hearing that means she has to rub the heel of her palm across her eyelids quickly, blinking, before she continues.]

We will. I promise.