trustfell | I don't believe in fretting and greiving, why mess around with strife?

[In some ways, this trial was simpler. The killer was lacking in remorse, the victim innocent. The lines were clearer. Was that better, or worse?

Either way, Fern and Alex make up something of a green team, preparing a meal in the kitchen. Nothing particularly complicated. Coffee and water for whoever want it is at one end of the dining table. Along the rest of it is a variety of foods. A plate of cheese and crackers, a bowl of salad and carrots for the healthy people, some handy finger sandwiches, and... a big pot of mac and cheese. What they lack in presentation they make up in sheer volume of food. That's a big tub of mac and cheese.

They struggle with the invitations for a bit before eventually coming up with possibly the most awkward phrasing possible. These notes are quietly shoved under doors with little fanfare more than a quick knock.

We got food in eat place. Food is good to eat. Enjoy food with us?

- Fern and Alex

[The dining area is lined up with some appropriate decorations, quick paper streamers and even some doodles that have been taped to the walls.

Its possible too simple. But maybe people need something simple to gorge on after a complicated day.]

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[Susan comes to watch him do this, quiet for a moment before speaking up.]

I'd just barely finished the last ones. [The portraits, that is; she left them out by the first candles.]

...It's terrible, isn't it?

They've all been so young.

I'd like to think maybe the adults here wouldn't get caught up in something like that. Or we'd be able to stop it, if someone attacked us.

But if that were true, we'd be able to protect them, too.

...I wish I could believe that. If only there was some way to stop this, and to know how the Coordinators were capable of doing what they were to Hanamura. It would make standing up to them easier, wouldn't it?

I don't know that we can know much of anything, anymore. Not with all of these...different worlds. This magic. Maybe all he did was snap his fingers, and it just happened.

Maybe that was all he did. It would make as much sense as anything else. It's not like I know the first thing about magic.

As far as I knew until now, it wasn't real.

But even if it were, there's all these different worlds at play. You can't even say that it works the same way as what some of the others are used to. We're all equally in the dark...

We don't even know what world we're in. It could be anywhere, in some world none of us have ever heard of.

It was a lot easier when magic was something from fantasy books.