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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[She's scared, still. She wants to live. More than anything--she wants to live, and see the next day dawn.
But she won't.
So in the end...she has to hold onto this. Noctis' conviction, and Yuna's kindness, and Papika's joy.
The things that have made this entire horrible experience worth it.]
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and noctis knows that telling her to rest is probably fruitless. even if he could probably sleep through his own execution, he knows most can't. she's scared, she wants to live and has to die.
it's too difficult for someone like him to say something like that.
instead, maybe to try and bottle his conviction as well as show it to her:]
I'll stay to the end. [of her execution, but he's not going to say that out loud. he's going to use this whole experience to try and find a way forward so the rest of them don't have to suffer the way she is.]
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He's made his choice--and she's already said she admires his conviction.
So gently, she presses her hand to her chest, and nods.]
...Then... I shall hold you to that as well.
[She's tried to be poised, and serene and graceful, as a lady should be--
But she's realizing that honestly? Now that their time together is coming to a close, it's hard for her to be that.]
S-Sir Noctis, one last thing...!
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but of course, it's not like he's going to ignore it, either. he pauses, brows knitting for a moment before one arches curiously.]
...What is it? [one last thing. what could one last thing be?]
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She can't keep it to herself, not knowing what tomorrow will bring.]
Please...remember me fondly, Sir Noctis.
[That's her true last request.]
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[the smile he offers is small, but kind and sincere. forgetting someone who met an untimely end because of some outsider's sick desires...
he would never.
he's lost enough to that in his his life already, and just like those people won't be forgotten.
tiara will be counted among them.]
Just count on that too.
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[She smiles, a little relieved.]
Thank you, Sir Noctis. For everything.
[That's it, isn't it? That's all she can say--there's nothing more.
This is...the end for her.]
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even if it's incredibly bittersweet.
but there's really not much left to say, so with a bit of an awkward nod, he'll draw in a breath and move to take his leave.
(this has sucked the whole way through, but he takes at least a little solace in knowing he could say goodbye and talk to her before it was over. at least this time, he's got some closure.)]