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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robowest2017-02-04 12:00 pm
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[ she tries to speak but she's crying too hard to get the words out. She presses her hand over his and grips his wrist too hard and just sobs. ]
Please... please--
[ The last word is a wretched sob.
Don't leave her. ]
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[It isn't like Tarvek is going to kneel and let Nisha shoot him to death, but he isn't betting on surviving, either. Nisha knows how to handle a gun, and although Tarvek has very impressive agility, it doesn't mean he'll be able to defeat her. He doesn't even know if surviving the duel is an option]
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[ She manages to look up at him finally, tears just streaming down her face. ]
It's not fair!
[ That last word isn't loud. It's actually very soft, but her voice chokes up high. ]
I should have-- I should have stopped them, I should have told them to accuse me sooner, and maybe this wouldn't be happening, I--
[ She breaks down all over again, gripping his hand very hard. ]
I'm so sorry....!
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[Maaaaaybe it'd have reduced the suspicion on Tarvek, but he doesn't really believe that. Ouch, she sure grips his hand rather strongly, but he endures it because who wouldn't]
It's not your fault. I fully expect you to not to give up no matter what happens to me. Please don't defy my expectations.
[It's a bit blunt, but what's one going to do?]
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I'll never stop fighting, [ she whispers, even as new tears spill over from the force of her feelings. ]
I'll live for both of us.