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“... These mannequins keep multiplying. And Mary says they’re searching for something...

... Maybe they’re searching for someone instead of something? After all, if it was one thing, wouldn’t just a few mannequins be enough to go find it? Why would there be more and more appearing? There’d be more if the need to, say, restrain someone arose...”

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“... You’ve got that right.”

Phi leaned on the table, staring down at her various shot glasses. She was really going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning. She didn’t even flinch when Ekko placed his hand on her shoulder--in fact, she tilted her head a bit towards the hand.

“There’s only pain with this goddamn place. She’s making us hunt for witches. And witches get executed.”

Another glass filled up. Another shot of vodka down.

“... Do you think this is going to go on until there’s only a few survivors? Or even the last man standing?”

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“The evidence still pointed to him… he would have been caught sooner or later.”

Ekko paused, wondering whether or not touching the woman was a good idea right now. Some people would find comfort in a hug, or a touch to the shoulder, but, not all… especially when they were this distraught and drinking heavily. Were it not for his somber reminiscence of his own past, and of Ajuna, Ekko very well might have been the person to call Yuki out, not Phi. But recalling that past pain had distracted him during the trial… Though it ultimately would not have mattered.

Yuki was dead, and all of them had a hand in it. But, there was one person that the guilt should have been pinned on, more than anyone else… their little host.

The boy finally decided to reach across the table, lightly touching Phi’s shoulder, “Listen… That… None of us could have expected that in a million years. None of us were prepared for just how cruel and sadistic Mary really was. She’s the one at fault here. If we didn’t vote, she might have done something even worse… there was no good outcome to this; no justice. Only pain…”

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“... I know that’s true, Bella... But I still feel so responsible for it.”

Phi traced her finger around the edge of the shot glass, her eyes on the remaining droplets in the center. “I wouldn’t feel so awful if he was just going to be locked up. Maybe even if he died, I still wouldn’t feel as awful as I do... but he got skinned alive, Bella. He got ripped apart.”

Her hand tightened into a fist, and she began to shake in her chair. She looked up at Bella--her blue eyes glistened.

“And I was the one who accused him in the first place.”

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{ ♪ } – Bella took a deep breath. She still looked like she was feeling queasy. However, she offered Phi another little smile before shaking her head.

     “No, Phi. It isn’t your fault… Even if you hadn’t said anything, someone else would have figured it out. Mary wouldn’t have let us leave that courtroom until we had enough figured out to make a vote. Someone else would have pieced it together, and this would’ve happened anyways. Don’t blame yourself.”

   She turned her eyes back to the bar, folding her hands on the counter. It was true, wasn’t it? Mary didn’t seem like she would’ve let them just leave. They would’ve had to vote for someone eventually…

     “It probably would’ve been worse if you hadn’t done anything… Mary did say something ‘really bad’ would’ve happened if we chose wrong. Probably a larger scale… punishment… For the rest of us.”

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Phi just watched quietly as Sigma spoke (and nearly broke her table). Legs crossed, arms on the armrests, eyes trained on Sigma. Despite her own worries... When the infant her died in the other timeline, she was just that--an infant. She didn’t know that objects out of her line of sight still existed at that point. Sigma was a fully-grown adult. He had to watch his entire family die of starvation before he himself succumbed to it.

That pain was something Phi never felt--but Sigma had to live with it for the rest of his life.

“... No, you couldn’t be there for us.” A bit of bitterness fell from Phi’s tongue, but despite that, her eyes appeared sincere. “Delta grew up in early twentieth-century Germany. I grew up way later in a laboratory in Nevada.” She chuckled. “You know, everyone thought it was a funny little coincidence that my surrogate mother’s name was Phi.”

Phi stared at her own distorted reflection in the pitcher of water--the clear liquid made her eyes bigger. “But you did what you had to. Delta and I... we lived. Maybe not in that timeline, or any others, but in this one, we’re alive. You, me, Diana... even Delta, the son of a bitch. You helped that happen. You set everything up, made the Nonary Game on the moon, created Luna and K, SHIFTed from one timeline to the next in order to get everyone out safely and stop Radical-6 from spreading.”

Another sigh. “Me? I just existed. I’m studying to get a physics degree and I work as a part-time cashier, for god’s sake. Sure, I helped keep your ass in line when we returned to the past, and I helped save Akane on the moon, but what else have I done? From what I know, all I seem to do in these timelines is get myself killed.”

Phi rubbed her eyes, irritation sitting down on the back of her neck. “I bet I’m really someone you’d be proud to call a daughter, huh?”

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Sigma listened in silence, holding his gaze firm all until she finished. He felt even more disgusted with himself than when he had first walked in hearing the words come out of Phi’s mouth. Perhaps it was the guilt of everything falling all back on him. The Decision Games? He could have technically stopped that. Bringing innocent souls into the world only to have them suffer? He could have stopped that, too. Radical-6? Don’t even begin… Still, that was mostly in part of Delta’s highly radical actions. If anything, he was to blame and be punished, and Sigma did firmly believe this, but… why was she apologizing? 

He began to shake his head, his own gaze dropping towards the ripples of movement dancing in his glass. “Delta’s actions were his own doing, and… and there is no justification for the turmoil he has caused to billions of people, but… you need to understand something–” He paused, his scowl deepening further now into a sad frown, choosing his words precisely, “You have never once been at fault, Phi. Ever. If anything… I should be the one uttering apologies, and, thus, I’m… I’m truly sorry, for everything. You never asked to be brought into all this world; into all the pain and suffering. You never asked to be tossed into another time like a wet rag, and…” 

By this point, Sigma had buried his hand into his hand, rough fingers sifting through the thick, black hair of his. He went to release a sigh and hadn’t realized he’d been practically clenching his jaw this whole time at the memory of another time: the transporter room. 

He could still feel the raw emotion of that single moment: his hand securely over Diana’s as they threw that switch together. The Transport Pods and their radiant warmth cradling the infants, buzzing and whirling with each passing second. Sigma could feel his heart sink. He wanted to scream and cry out and do nothing but protect and cradle them–but death was inevitable. He could still remember the passing days as Sigma himself grew weaker from the malnourishment, not even daring to think about how painful it was for Diana, or the twins. And as his vision began to fade finally one day (or night, who kept track anymore?), he could still feel soft little bundle of pink cloth nestled securely in his arms–a petite, little face resting peacefully and unaware of the harsh reality around–just before the world turned black.

Sigma’s hand suddenly slammed itself down onto the table, whatever water in his glass now taking the brunt of the quake and distorting the reflection as he spoke, “You, your mother… even Delta; I wanted nothing more than to give you all the world, and then some… I… I couldn’t even be there for you…”

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“Get the hell out of here.”

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“... No one pointed blame at Yuki until I did.”

Another shot downed. She was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. “No one said anything to him until I accused him. It was a shot in the dark, and I hit him right between his ribs.”

Phi buried her face in her hands, her body trembling.

“I let him get skinned alive. Because of me, he got ripped to pieces. If I hadn’t said anything, he’d still be alive...! He’d still be alive, dammit!”

Phi slammed her hand on the table, the glasses shaking. She leaned on the table, pinching her nose.

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“No… we all did.”

Ekko’s voice was low, shaky. As the clear liquor was offered to him, he stared at it, before grasping the glass in his trembling hand. With a tilt of his head he let that bitter burning sensation slide down his throat. No matter how unpleasant it was, nothing could compare to the gnawing he felt in his chest and in the pit of his stomach. Nothing could compare to this guilt.

“We all cast our votes… But that wasn’t the justice we were looking for…” The boy murmured, staring at the half-empty glass in his hand. He shuddered to think what might have happened if they voted for the wrong person… or voted for no one at all. Would someone innocent have died instead of Yuki? Or would they all have died? It wasn’t worth thinking about. “If you’re gonna point fingers at anyone specific… point them at Mary… She’s the one who trapped us all here. She’s the one who somehow has this all under her control. It’s her games that made this happen, even if…”

“Even if we were the ones who cast the vote…”

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Bella quietly approached Phi, moving to sit near her. Her hand hovered as she considered placing it on her shoulder in a gesture of comfort. After a brief hesitation, she did. No words were said, but she offered a weak, shaky smile.

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Phi simply glanced up at Bella, her face tired and eyes dead. She just wanted to drink.

“... It’s my fault.” She swiftly chugged down another shot. “It was my fault that he’s...”

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There was a heavy thud as Ekko wordlessly fell into the seat across from Phi. Briefly did he make eye contact with her, before nodding slightly. He had nothing to say... nothing NEEDED to be said. All there was; a mutual understanding. Knowing what they had ALL done. What they all allowed to happen. Silence would be his offer to her; muted companionship all the comfort he could muster. ((just caaaasually slides this in here since they both got so heated at the suspects))

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Phi flicked her eyes up to look at the other--Ekko, was his name?--before they returned to her empty shot glass. She grabbed the vodka bottle and poured a drink. She grabbed a clean, nearby glass and poured another before sliding it towards Ekko. Hoped he liked his drinks strong.

A heavy silence hung over them for god knows how long before Phi finally spoke.

“... I killed him.”

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The glass shook in her hands, the clear liquid inside nearly splashing out over the sides. Phi held a fist up to her mouth and burped--vodka was never her friend. Especially when she was under high pressure to begin with.

That execution was awful. No, ‘awful’ was putting it lightly. He was torn to shreds. Mutilated in front of hundreds of people, ripped and broken and skinned alive. That was no way to die. No one needed to die that way.

And it was her fault.

She was the one who figured it out--and even if she wasn’t the first, she was the first to accuse him. She was the one who put the pressure on him, who delighted in his lack of reaction.

She smiled as pressed that button that said ‘Yuki.’

Phi downed her fourth--fifth?--shot of vodka and rubbed her eyes.

Her fault.

Her fault.

She killed him.

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“... Well. That’s that, I suppose.”

“Actions have consequences, you know. You can’t get away with something like that in a place like this without someone finding it out. And now we all know.”

That’s right. Yuki was the murderer. Yuki killed someone.

... She couldn’t muster up that same hate for Sanji. If she had been promised the chance to save Sigma is she just moved the body... It would be, admittedly, tempting.

No matter what justification her mind thought up, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him.

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A shadow of a smile played at Phi’s lips.

“You can’t exactly go anywhere. There’s nowhere else to go, nothing else to do.”

Phi left her podium and slowly, slowly walked over to the other man, the man who resembled a ghost. He looked like he was going to be sick. Phi was lucky that she didn’t know him--it made it easier not to care about that. Her boots scuffed the floor of the courtroom, with the sound bouncing off of the walls. A hand sat loosely on her hip. She looked like the image of confidence.

“Come on, then. What’s your job? What do you do to make your living?

If you’re not hiding something, then it should be a simple question.”

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                          It had been hours of this. Repeatedly listening to the circle people talking about evidence. About the crime. About this entire mess in general. It was tedious and honestly, the over the top sick, sweating model couldn’t do much more than sit there. Knees pulled up to chest and chin resting on knees as if some kind of place holder. Arms wrapped round and hand pressed against that of one bandaged. Rubbing anxiously together as if there was an itch below white cloth that couldn’t be scratched. 

                          This is however until a certain conversation that’d make lithe frame tense and a harsh shudder roll down spine. Gaze slipping toward the person of which that voice that caused such unnerving discomfort belonged to, only to realise. He was the one being looked at. The one being questioned about profession. 

                          For a moment, the man would look like a ghost. The way complexion lacked in it’s color. Air not taken nor released from lungs. Then all too quickly, legs out stretch and form moves fully up right. “If you’ll excuse me.. I have somewhere else to be..” The voice barely higher than a whisper. And though there was no where else to go than that courtroom, distance would be made until sliding down the furthest wall from where he once was.

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"... You know, it’s a little funny.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t notice this sooner. Let’s have a look at what we know again.

Cyan hair was found on the victim. It is confirmed to be the killer’s. It’s natural hair--not a wig. Concealer was found on the victim. Which means that the makeup can’t be on the person’s face--like Crescent Face (@akuromic) said, it was most likely on his wrists. And I do say he--male voices were heard in the kitchen. So someone has to have access to expensive concealer--like a model.”

Phi looked around, and around... until her eyes landed on someone.

“We have very few males who have cyan hair. So, should we find a model profession and concealer on them, then I believe we have a good suspect. Why don’t we start with this guy? Hey! You! Tell us your profession. What do you do for a living?”

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“Would you idiots just shut up and listen for a goddamn second?!”

Phi had been waiting and watching as everyone shouted over each other in the courtroom, slowly gathering the evidence in her mind and attempting to form her own conclusion. But now everyone was accusing those clearly innocent--Phi wasn’t exactly going to stand for that.

“What the hell are you people doing?! Don’t you realize? Fighting like this is getting us nowhere. If we don’t get this right, the killer walks free, and god knows what’s going to happen to us! So if you dumbasses could stop bitching for a few minutes so that we can get our records straight, that’d be great.”

“This is a game. We’re the players. And this is a game I don’t think we can afford to lose.”

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“... So. Someone’s dead, then?”

Phi glanced down at the body in pity. Poor man. Whatever kind of death he had, it certainly looked painful. Phi remembered seeing him running around the gallery, dressing up and generally losing his mind. Maybe now he’ll finally get some peace.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t around when he was killed. I was in my room, recovering from the gallery trip and getting friendly with a bottle of scotch. We... we have to hurry, everyone. There’s a killer among us, now.”

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“We couldn’t just let everyone get attacked, you know. Stupid or not, everyone’s alright, aren’t they? I’d say that girl and I did a pretty good job.”

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“That was very stupid of you, but we wouldn’t have gotten away from that thing, if it weren’t for you. I suppose a thank you is in order.”