FIFTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Quite the spread of evidence, isn't it? You have all you need, make your way to the vault door at once.

[ Once you're all at the door, Angel lets you through and into the elevator as always. And speaking of that elevator... your space to roam inside has grown again as you head down. Four is a heavy number to lose in one week, isn't it, between Nova and the three bodies you've just found? Though the number of things to discuss might be weighing heavier on your mind, if you're one of the investigators. The elevator might seem bigger or smaller than usual, despite the increase in space.

The trial room is as it is most weeks, apart from the newly-red podiums, so at least that's not a surprise by now. The screens are lowered, the familiar spiral displayed as ever. ]

That's three down this week. Up to three parties can be found responsible, when all is said and done - so go forth and find whoever did this, won't you? And to whoever did this... as always, best of luck to you as well.

[ The screens raise.

Welcome to your fifth trial. ]

Comments

[mouflon]

You're really a broken record, aren't you, Seiros? It'd be funny, if it weren't so sad. Can't even reflect on yourself in your last minutes, can you?

[archboxer]

I am.

Yet, what use would it do to do so in front of my executioners? That child... she will destroy the church. I suppose you would be proud of that Edelgard.

[mouflon]

Wow, really? Good for her.

[ y... yeah... ]

So is that what you mean, when you say we're dooming Fodlan? Someone is going to get rid of your precious church? I'd like to say I'm sorry, but... If the whole thing is as bad as you are, it sounds like it'll be an improvement, actually.

[archboxer]

War is never the answer.

[Says the hypocrite.]

Could you even understand the devastation a full scale war can have? Cities destroyed. Entire populations gone. No. No, you could not.

[blackmass]

Conflict is intrinsic to human nature. You alone are not capable of stopping that, with or without your precious church.

[mouflon]

God, not only are you a self-deluded tyrant — you're an idiot.

What do you think an insurgent is?

[archboxer]

Does it even matter now? One less tyrant in the world.

[There is... something in those words. Not resentment, not anger or spite. Just... tiredness.

Unlike Anna, she wasn't young anymore. She had lived far longer than she should have but still. She had so much more she wanted to do, to see.]

[mouflon]

And don't worry, I'm glad to see it. But you know why I feel that way?

Because I am fighting a war. I've seen people who matter to me die at the whims of people like you. Don't you dare tell me that I can't understand.

[blackmass]

Don't bother. If she would rather spend this remaining time as self-important as ever, that is her choice to make.

[...wow he's McFucking Pissed]

[mouflon]

[ Meanwhile, that makes Rin snort with laughter. ]

Maybe you're right. Then again, I guess it's only right that she dies like she lived.