week 0, friday evening

[disilluded]

[It's actually an accident, really. Sousei's trying to avoid people (he doesn't really want to talk about his impending execution, thanks), and it's in doing so that he ends up looping back around towards the ballroom doors.

And.

Yeah.

He runs into someone anyway.

Dammit.

Sousei...sighs (finally, some emotion), brow furrowed.]

There is absolutely no way to avoid people in this wretched place, is there...?

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[disilluded]

[... Hm yes, good plan. His eyes are also on the doors; it's almost disappointing that they don't open.]

I do not consider myself a particularly sentimental or superstitious man, but I still have little desire to immediately return to the room of the deceased.

[Thanks though.]

[psychedelica]

Oh. You were living with her?

[ he wasn't paying that much attention to the pairings, apparently. That means they were partners, right? ]

... Sorry. [ he doesn't meet Sousei's eyes as he speaks. ] That means you're next, doesn't it?

[disilluded]

There is no need for apologies.

[Everyone is on edge here, honestly... he gets it. It was a shitty day for everyone.]

And yes, presumably, according to the "rules" they have given us. We will see what is to come of that later, it would seem.

[psychedelica]

[ hmm. Hikage glances back up at him now, thoughtful. He's not much for comforting, and Sousei doesn't seem interested in apologies, so he does away with that. ]

Are you going back to your room tonight?

[disilluded]

Yes.

[He's not that superstitious, but. Oh well.]

I simply do not intend on doing so right away. It... does not feel entirely right.

[psychedelica]

... Be careful.

[ rather than superstitious or sympathetic, he's feeling wary. ]

We know you're in danger. We just don't know what kind of danger... You probably shouldn't stay alone for too long.

[disilluded]

[... Sousei just snorts vaguely at that.]

If it is something I can cut with my sword, then I will be fine. If it is not, then being with someone else will not help me or them.