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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robowest2017-02-18 12:00 pm
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The others, they think they're protecting you from something you might regret, but they won't be there when you're called to be a bandit. Or when one decides to come after you. You'll be alone.
[ Like Chane, in both cases. She carried a lot on her own, but it's also something he trusted in her to do. Now, there's no evidence that Xion has or hasn't killed anyone so far, but Claire will neither accuse or judge her for it. If it hasn't happened, then it probably will soon. Everyone alive right now is already guilty to a degree. ]
I'll tell you the same thing I told Chane - just do what you gotta to survive. To win this for us.
[ If that means learning how to take a life, in this case his own, then so be it. ]
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[ What does she say to that? To any of that? To the idea that Felix wants her to be ready to keep killing if she has to, because she might need to?
To ... doing what she needs to survive? For some reason, those words sound so ... familiar. ]
I'll do everything I can. [ a whisper through her tears. ] I feel like all I keep doing is letting everyone down.... but I won't give up! I won't ever stop trying!
[ For a moment all she can do is sob, still gripping his hand. ]
Please... please tell Chane ... that I'm sorry, and I miss her.