WEEK 6 - E̛x̛e̵c̴̷̀u̴͢t҉io͜n̶͞

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (29̨)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝

victims



cul͟?͞͞͏?p͡r͘͢it̡͘?̨͘?



scapegoat



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[thanatosincarnate]

... this isn't-- you can't--

{ He doesn't know what he's saying because it's not making sense; he's trembling. He's consumed with rage at the fact that Frankenstein's going to die. He suddenly doesn't care-- it's their fault he's dying, the ones who--

He can't... he... }

[unasking]

[Oh dear.

Frankenstein will rise at that, placing a hand on Arumat's shoulder and giving him a firm look.]

No. You can't.

Do not lose it here, Arumat. I need you to figure out whoever put this game into motion for me.

[thanatosincarnate]

{ At any other time, Arumat would have knocked that hand away, or been angry it was even there, but he just can't. He feels a whirlwind of emotions assail him in a way he'd never expect, because this wasn't supposed to happen. Frankenstein was never supposed to have--

The rage dims, but he still trembles and feels distantly like a fool for it, perhaps even disgusted with himself for it.

He tries to say something, feeling his eyes cloud, and yet he's been through so much that the tears never fall.

His hand reaches up to lightly touch the hand that Frankenstein gripped his shoulder with, before falling to the side. He says something quieter, inaudible to the rest, but it's short and to the point as always. Then: }

.. Acknowledged. I...

{ He can't finish anything else he was thinking of saying. So he'll end it there. }

[unasking]

[To be honest, he hadn't expected this kind of reaction.

It throws him off-guard, confuses him rather terribly, if only because Frankenstein is a man who is used to scorn, fear, and derision. Even in the place that he called him home for years, he was never completely welcomed by all those present. Rather, there are plenty of people who misunderstood him even there, judged him immediately and -

This is the first time in a long time that someone that Frankenstein had someone he considered a worthy sparring partner. It is the first time that he realizes that this person would actually miss him if he was gone.]

... Arumat.

I am overdue for my end by - centuries.

Do not feel so strongly over this.

[thanatosincarnate]

Don't be idiotic... telling me not to feel so strongly over your wrongful death! There's a reason I gave my gratitude a few seconds ago as well -- I'd be an ungrateful bastard to let you go without telling you that at least. In addition...

{ He had snapped, angry, maybe hurt that he told him that -- Arumat is not sure if he could ever feel less strongly at all in any situation. He just usually does a good job of hiding it, but right now he honestly couldn't care less. If people judge him for feeling so upset over an innocent man being condemned, then ...

...

Frankenstein may not have understood, but he's done so many things that he's grateful to him for. He helped Machias, and he helped Clover when they were in need, and that meant a lot for him, especially the former.

In retrospect, it was inevitable. All those who come near Death Himself perished, but still.

He takes a pause. }

There is so much I planned to tell you. The rest doesn't seem to matter now, considering where this is going to end, but the last time someone I respected passed all I could do was say nothing as he tore himself apart right in front of my own eyes to save everyone else! Why would I hide how I feel again and keep it to myself?

If I'm fool for not being able to keep it hidden, then fine! But I'd never regret it -- not now, not ever.

I won't dissolve into a mess as you die either -- yet, even if I hadn't known you as well as others, I'd want you to know all of this. Even if may not mean much to you, and I...

{ Arumat would sacrifice himself in Frankenstein's place if it meant the other man lived. He was running out of time himself and bound to die soon, what did his life matter? Compared to others, he... }