It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals lingering on the fringes of town seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The town as a whole seems to be waiting and it isn't until the Sheriff leaves the station carrying two wooden gibbets easily in his arms that things seem to perk up. He drops them into the dirt, shoves them both in with a grunt and then heads back into the station.
A few moments later both Claire Stanfield and Sara Valestein follow him out, leashed to him by a rope binding their hands and a blindfold around their eyes. In the Sheriff's other hand are two buckets. He brings them to the stick and drops the bucket upside down on the ground, helping them to stand up on it and pulling the noose around their neck a moment after. He uses the excess of rope around their hands to bind them to the stick.
He turns back to the town after, glancing at the few stray animals that have set up on the porches to watch. A crow nearby caws out from on top of the Saloon sign. The Sheriff looks to the hotel and a moment later, the bells on top of the church begin to ring. He calls out, louder than naturally possible,
"Execution time, folks! Zacharias Barnham and Milla Maxwell have been chosen as our executioners. Come on down and watch."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco.
[she's not his girlfriend, god!! get out of his life, murderdad!!!!
Anyway. Silently, Barnham accepts the knife, and then turns to Sara. Naturally, he'll start by removing her blindfold and the ropes binding her, getting rid of the noose as well.
And then, for a brief moment, he pauses... though really all he can do is nod to her once, respectfully.]
Sara.
... Should you have last requests, we would hear them now.
[All of them. It's all the remaining people can do, right?]
... [ Last requests, huh? Sara stays quiet for a few seconds, gaze roaming over the crowd, resting on the ones she's come to care for over the past month. (Unless they're not here, which would be lovely.) ]
Noct gets my sword. Don't lose it. Milla and Xion and Jason and probably Natalie, stop hurting yourselves because I can't drag you or carry you anymore and at least one of you is heavy. Someone make sure Shinnosuke also doesn't do anything idiotic, even if that's a tall order. Papika's got my permission to punch him if he does. Percy, don't overdo it.
[ And as she glances at Barnham, then up at the sky, she smiles tiredly. ]
[He waits until she looks away before he closes his eyes for a moment. He can't waver here, and he can't let her see him waver. But just for a moment, he closes his eyes.
And then he opens them, focused on her, and nods briefly. A slow breath in, and a slow breath out. Quick, painless--that's the only option.
Sara wants justice, but that doesn't mean she should suffer. She was put in a difficult situation, and made to deal with this, and that's...all there is to it. (It really doesn't feel like it's enough, but it's too late now, for a lot of things.)
He sighs softly, and then he reaches out, and for a moment he gently tugs her to his chest as if in a hug. He doesn't linger, though. With his other hand, he lifts the knife, and drags it neatly across the back of her neck, severing the spinal cord with a deft movement.
Holding her like this, he can take the weight of her body--because like hell he'll drop her. For a very brief moment, he does hold her there, though his hands are covered in her blood... and then, gently, he rests her on the ground, gently closing her eyes.
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Anyway. Silently, Barnham accepts the knife, and then turns to Sara. Naturally, he'll start by removing her blindfold and the ropes binding her, getting rid of the noose as well.
And then, for a brief moment, he pauses... though really all he can do is nod to her once, respectfully.]
Sara.
... Should you have last requests, we would hear them now.
[All of them. It's all the remaining people can do, right?]
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... [ Last requests, huh? Sara stays quiet for a few seconds, gaze roaming over the crowd, resting on the ones she's come to care for over the past month. (Unless they're not here, which would be lovely.) ]
Noct gets my sword. Don't lose it. Milla and Xion and Jason and probably Natalie, stop hurting yourselves because I can't drag you or carry you anymore and at least one of you is heavy. Someone make sure Shinnosuke also doesn't do anything idiotic, even if that's a tall order. Papika's got my permission to punch him if he does. Percy, don't overdo it.
[ And as she glances at Barnham, then up at the sky, she smiles tiredly. ]
You'll be just fine without me. Give 'em hell.
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And then he opens them, focused on her, and nods briefly. A slow breath in, and a slow breath out. Quick, painless--that's the only option.
Sara wants justice, but that doesn't mean she should suffer. She was put in a difficult situation, and made to deal with this, and that's...all there is to it. (It really doesn't feel like it's enough, but it's too late now, for a lot of things.)
He sighs softly, and then he reaches out, and for a moment he gently tugs her to his chest as if in a hug. He doesn't linger, though. With his other hand, he lifts the knife, and drags it neatly across the back of her neck, severing the spinal cord with a deft movement.
Holding her like this, he can take the weight of her body--because like hell he'll drop her. For a very brief moment, he does hold her there, though his hands are covered in her blood... and then, gently, he rests her on the ground, gently closing her eyes.
"Give 'em hell", she said.]
... I firmly intend to. Farewell, Sara.
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