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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[unasking]

There is nothing more that you could have done. You haven't failed me. You haven't failed anyone - you acted just as I expected you to.

[Which is. Odd for him to say. Frankenstein continues to pin his gaze on Machias's, his brow furrowing as he tries to break through the panic.]

You did everything you could.

I'm proud of you, Machias.

But I need you to withstand this as well.

[breakshot]

[ "No matter what happens, I'm proud of you. Don't ever forget that."

"There was nothing more you could have done."

"I - I just don't understand! Why would she--!?"

This wasn't what he wanted. His breath hitches sharply, like a knife plunged right into him as he feels himself running cold. Looks like Frankenstein's got his work cut out for him if he wants Machias to regain composure. ]

... How - [ His throat's locking up, and if Frankenstein looks closely he's fighting back tears. ] How can you say that when you're about to die?!

[ He's still holding the letters. Clutching them even, and a little too tightly. This was exactly what he feared that week, exactly what caused so many of his sleepless nights. Someone was dying and once again he was helpless to stop it. And now it was all coming all too frightfully true and for once he doesn't know what to do. ]

Stop. Stop this. None of us - I can't stand to lose another--!

[unasking]

[Dear god, he's losing him even more.

There's a moment where he's about to begin - "You're not losing me" - when he realizes that he can't lie his way out of this one. It's his immediate response. To wipe the trauma from children when he can, to leave them clear-minded and bright-eyed so that they're still able to enact change in the world without getting wrapped up in the Everything that comes with Frankenstein.

But he can't. It occurs to him for half a second to wipe all of Machias's memories of him, to make that his last moment of strength, but that would do nothing for the letters. For everyone else's memories. It would only make Machias's life harder and so - he doesn't.

Instead he just shakes his head and wraps his arms around Machias, drawing him in close as if to also pull him back into the current moment.]

I can say it because I am about to die.

I can also say that this is fine. I have done things in my lifetime that are not particularly morally sound - and that's exactly what isn't fair in this world, isn't it? For me to have slid by for so long.

It's my time, Machias.

1/3

[breakshot]

[ Every ounce of him wants to protest - to grab Frankenstein by the collar. Every last bit of his voice wants to scream at the old man as loudly as his throat, weary and worn-down to the point of collapsing, would allow him.

He doesn't get a chance to, because the next moment he finds himself pulled into the man's arms. He freezes, and Frankenstein might even notice his body going rigid and still at the unexpected contact. That's because for once, Machias' mind has run completely blank. He opens his mouth, trying to say something and only manages a small choke. He's struggling to dig into every last bit of this anguish, this hurt, this sorrow and violently throw it all back at Frankenstein, leaving nothing but a devastated wreck.

But that never happens. Instead, Machias just sobs, weakly collapsing into the man and feeling his voice cracking as he desperately fights against the strain its endured. ]

Don't you dare talk to me about what's "fair"! That’s not—None of that makes this any more right!

2/3

[breakshot]

[ The stream doesn't stop, no matter how much he chokes and tries to hold it back. He just holds the man, tight enough to suffocate and fingers digging hard enough to bleed. When was the last time he cried this much? He remembers all too well. He cried when they found her, cried when they had to bury her, and cried himself until exhaustion locked in his room. No matter how much he cried then, Sis wouldn't wake up. She wouldn't hug him and tell him everything would be okay.

And no matter how much he pleaded now, nothing would stop this execution. ]

No matter what you’ve done, it won’t take back what you had here. What you meant to us… Marinette, Adrien, Luke... Even— [ Even himself. ] You looked out for us, cared for us just like—

3/3

[breakshot]

[ It's right then his throat finally gives out and he chokes, near blinded and drowned by tears enough that he can only weakly finish: ]

Just like a father would...

[ By now, his eyes are heavy, sore enough to the point of redness. Likewise with his face, puffed up and tear stained. But he doesn't let go, ever. It's the second time he had someone - someone truly dear - die on him. All because of someone else. He could take comfort in the fact she wouldn't get away with this - that at least he wouldn't have to live with the fact another person got off completely scot-free. He wouldn't have to live with seeing them get a slap on the wrist because of their social class or who they were. But none of that would change anything, or bring Frankenstein back.

And what a shame that was. ]