In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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robowest2017-01-21 12:00 pm
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Tiara... I'm sorry.
[that he couldn't do more—that it has to be this way—that he called her out so blatantly in pursuit of the truth, even if he never wanted to be right about it.]
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I am sorry that... I betrayed your trust in me in this way. I never wished to do so.
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Thanks, too. For owning up to it. [even if he had to coax it out of her, and even if she was the only real suspect-- For not giving us a chance to blame someone innocent.
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[...]
Nobody else...should have to die for this.
[A beat, and--]
But Sir Noctis... I want to live.
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I know. You wouldn't... have defended yourself if you didn't.
[but yet—] Not sure I can make any promises this time, though.
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... I know. I would not ask that of you.
Truthfully... I do not believe there is much more I can ask at all.
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[which he laments, but this is so beyond anything he can do anything about.]
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[what is it?]
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[She laces her fingers together, meeting his eyes firmly.]
Please... live.
[For someone who was always trying to look out for her--now that it's too late for her, that's all she can think of to ask.]
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a tall order.
it's a promise that is so hard to make, though it's something he wants to fight for. he definitely seems a bit stunned that it's her request, but after a moment, noct closes his eyes and nods.]
I'll do my best.
[and he means that. she asked, and he's going to resolve himself to that, but.] It'll be on my terms if something happens, not the Sheriff's.
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[She hopes that he lives. She hopes...that a lot of people here live, that they don't have to suffer, that they're not put in an impossible position.
But.
She knows it's unlikely. So she'll have to take his assurance for what it is--and smile at him, tiredly, before she moves on to more questioning.]