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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robowest2017-01-28 12:00 pm
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[ Dude made the entire trial very tiring. He grabs the beer bottle though, trying to to drink a few sips. Slowly, so he can maybe enjoy it like everything else he had.
But...
Drinking alone is terrible. He'd rather drink with company... like he told Sara. He'd rather drink with his friends and family. He'd rather be with his friends and family. He's not a good brother or a fighter sometimes. But did have a life to make a better, didn't he.
Dying is fine. But, he did want to live. ]
...Ugh.
So after breaking a trial, breaking a lot of people's brains and hearts, something finally breaks in him, and he just cries. Sorry about that, Sara. ]
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[ Because she doesn't. She hadn't wanted Higekiri to die, and no matter how often he'd insisted that the murderer wasn't a bad person, she doesn't feel right killing someone who hadn't done the deed himself.
And yet, it's already been decided. The least she can do right now is take responsibility.
There's a pause, though, and she slips part of her hand through, crooking her fingers. C'mere. ]
But you won't be alone.
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Mn..
[ That makes his fate almost alright. People have been kind to him, even when he's locked up. He approaches her hand, unsure of what she wants to do (at least a second headbutt is ruled out), but he brings his head close to the bars and her hand. ]
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Really... I didn't think you wanted to die in the first place.
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I don't want to think about it right now. I'll accept it when it comes, but not now.
[ He feels very childish (ability to take alcohol not counted). But it can't be helped with Teacher Lady. ]
...How about, you take my wish to live, and please take your time to see me again. There are a lot of people who like you.
[ Live for him. She's taking his life according to the future, anyway. ]
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Don't worry, I don't plan on dying until I'm way older and more wrinkly.
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Age gracefully, so you won't be too lonely.