[In the lovely hours before Ara and Jan destroy us with PAIN...
He's been holed up with Kashuu since the end of yesterday's trial, but Yasusada's finally emerged now--he looks exhausted, and he's clearly been crying, but he's settled a little after some rest. His hands and his hair are the same star-speckled blue they'll be at the execution, and he holds a cup of tea in his hands; he nods in greeting when he sees Prompto.]
Prompto's feathers are mixed in his hair and run down the back of his neck and arms. They seem to be silver with their tips being black. He's looking Yams over and just carefully touching him so not to hurt him. ]
Yeah... same. [ and then later they can hold their breath for them again ] How are you feeling? [ You're looking out of this world, buddy ]
He doesn't seem to mind the contact, though; if it hurts, it's no more than before.]
...I'm okay. Tired. [He'd had a difficult time sleeping, unwilling to part from Kashuu even just long enough for a dream.] I didn't get to see Roxana, last night.
Not sure if it'll help really, but when they are refracting they aren't really themselves. She may not have been nice if you saw her and could say something she'll later regret.
[ Since they did vote her on circumstantial evidence while having actual proof of what he did. ]
Maybe... it was fine with Kazuma and Atsushi, though. [So he doesn't think it would've been much of a problem, especially since Yasusada himself doesn't hold her at fault for keeping quiet about her guilt.]
...Yeah, that too. [It still feels a little naive, hoping for something like that--but he's more willing to wish for it now.] I need to write Buzen again too. I'm going to ask him if there's anything else we can do for them, over here.
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He's been holed up with Kashuu since the end of yesterday's trial, but Yasusada's finally emerged now--he looks exhausted, and he's clearly been crying, but he's settled a little after some rest. His hands and his hair are the same star-speckled blue they'll be at the execution, and he holds a cup of tea in his hands; he nods in greeting when he sees Prompto.]
I'm glad Clarte made it.
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Prompto's feathers are mixed in his hair and run down the back of his neck and arms. They seem to be silver with their tips being black. He's looking Yams over and just carefully touching him so not to hurt him. ]
Yeah... same. [ and then later they can hold their breath for them again ] How are you feeling? [ You're looking out of this world, buddy ]
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He doesn't seem to mind the contact, though; if it hurts, it's no more than before.]
...I'm okay. Tired. [He'd had a difficult time sleeping, unwilling to part from Kashuu even just long enough for a dream.] I didn't get to see Roxana, last night.
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He's lifting his hand, pausing and then touching his cheek. ]
Do you feel bad that you didn't?
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A little. She was always kind to me. I feel like I should've gone to say goodbye.
[Or to do... something. It doesn't feel right to leave things on the note they did, when Roxana's guilt is the only reason for his survival.]
If she isn't saved today, then I'll write her later.
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Not sure if it'll help really, but when they are refracting they aren't really themselves. She may not have been nice if you saw her and could say something she'll later regret.
[ Since they did vote her on circumstantial evidence while having actual proof of what he did. ]
I am hoping for another miracle.
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Me too.
[Even if it's unlikely.]
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[ this is easier to talk about at the moment before so much more happens ]
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Maybe. I'd like to investigate the alley again too, but Aymeric-san said to be careful.
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