Funeral Service for Adaman and Hodaka Morishima

[giddyundertaker]

[ An hour or two after the first trial's end, Hild and the Undertaker set out to invite as many people as possible to the Restaurant for the funerals of our dearly departed friends.

Why the restaurant of all places? Because there aren't enough chairs and tables elsewhere.

Indeed, some of the tables have been moved against the wall to make room for the seats. The chairs have been set up in four rows of six, like an improvised theater or a church. To the side, a small buffet has been set up courtesy of Obi, Mafuyu, and Hild. As for the main event? Two tables have been set up and decorated in black fabric and white flowers. In lieu of a live viewing, two drawings referenced from the profiles have been set up in the center of funeral wreaths... They're not the best, due to the artist's handicaps, but it does look like Adaman and Hodaka at least.]

Comments

[inaclearing]

[Brett lets out a shuddery breath and shakes his head.]

I'm the one who -

[He's the one who pushed them all to find the solution. He's the one who went on digging. Maybe he didn't exactly drag that awful confession out of Hodaka, but it feels that way.]

[dullshooter]

Unless you're about to follow that up with 'brought us all here' - which, no offense Brett, I'm not sure you're capable of - then whatever you're saying, whatever you're thinking is all self blame and complete bull.

[And going in that direction sure as hell won't change a single thing.]

You helped him. You calmed him down so he didn't go to his death in some asbent-minded haze. Showed him someone cared enough to bother.

[inaclearing]

I didn't even notice anything was wrong with him until I started that investigation - whatever I thought I was doing with that.

[The wound checking isn't even what brought it all to light, really. What was he doing, playing detective?]

I'm not - I'm not saying I wish he'd gotten away with it. I think that would've been worse for everyone. [Hodaka included, that is.] But Jonathan was right about where it would all end up, and I just ignored him.

[dullshooter]

Hey, nobody can fault you for ignoring Jonathan.

[Said jokingly enough.]

Look, point is - that's all done now. Pick it apart all you like, it's not gonna change anything. Pretty sure there's always a way we could do something differently, but unless you're versed in time travel, there's not much you can do about it but move on.

[inaclearing]

I know, you're right.

[He does know. It doesn't do any good to live forever brooding over the past.]

I guess I've never been very good at not picking things apart.

[dullshooter]

Can't relate. Unless we're talking in the physical sense, then I'm really good at it.

But - that means you're in the presence of an expert in not unpacking things. And you've got time to learn.

[inaclearing]

I'm not sure that's too healthy, either.

[Not that he's holding himself up as a current paragon of mental health either, but...you know.]

[dullshooter]

Maybe - but I’ll never examine it enough to know.

[inaclearing]

...well, if you ever do want to talk about it, I'll be around. You can't just keep everything bottled up forever.

[dullshooter]

'Preciate it, Brent.

[He gets up before they fly dangerously closer to emotional vulnerability.]

Now you're neither gonna faint or fall into a pit of despair, I'm pretty confident nothing terrible will happen if I bounce. But if you want any more of my esteemed wisdom, you know where to find me. Same place as you.

[inaclearing]

[Brett smiles and waves a hand - like, go on.]

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Thanks, though.

[dullshooter]

[A grin, and some fingerguns on the way out.]

Later, loser!