WEEK 8 - Execution

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (7)

sunday EXECUTION (22) survivors As voting comes to an end, a song filters in played so loud that it becomes distored and fragmented. If a participant checks their datapad, they will see the the victim and suspect chosen by majority's pictures displayed. If they attempt to scroll, they will see a list of characters and their votes in alphabetical order.

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[qundercover]

[Putting his other hand over that. He's mentioned before: it's easier to just turn it off in these times.]

Wouldn't say that. But I tried my best. Shit, thought I'd try and do some good on the way out.

[tevinteriscoming]

I'm not altogether sure we managed that. It might have done more of you'd resigned. [A weak smile.] I shall endeavor to do better.

[qundercover]

Maybe not. At least the rest of these guys get to feel like they got some sort of revenge. Might make 'em feel better.

[But might have been worse if he hadn't. Who knows.]

You don't have to try too hard. You're already good, you know.

[tevinteriscoming]

[That's what gets him; at least enough to get past his weary glibness. He isn't going to cry, but his voice cracks all the same.]

Why is everyone so hellbent on informing me of that today? I can't think of much I've done recently to require it.

[qundercover]

[Don't cry yet, he's not gone. They've got a few seconds.]

I'll miss you.

[tevinteriscoming]

[If you don't want him to cry you're doing a bad job! Covering his mouth with his spare hand.]

Festis bei umo canavarum! [That small amount of sentimentality is like being struck. He never expected they would end this way. And now he sees it much more clearly, with only enough time left for it to break his heart.] Stop this, I can't abide goodbyes.

[qundercover]

[Probably better to not say goodbye, then. Dorian is covering his mouth so Bull gently cups his cheek instead, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.

They'll show something horrific happening to his body soon, he's sure, but it doesn't really matter. It's another illusion, another trick. At least he'll be free of them. He doesn't know how this would end - maybe this is the best they could have hoped for? Maybe this is the way that leaves everyone healthiest, if not happiest. Maybe it's not worth the price. Bull isn't really going to make a call. He's spent enough time dwelling on consequences for them to not even matter all that much - a useless struggle against a endless, unchangeable ocean.

What's the use in planning, in overthinking your final moments. Nothing special. Only pieces. He was tired of thinking too hard about everything.]