trustfell | don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

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Never heard of it.

[ With a wave ] I've never been that spiritually attuned or anything, though.

Ah...that's alright, then.

What made you ask about this, Marker-San?

Because you stepped in there to back up that no one - and no thing - wants to die. It's not as if we're on good terms, so I was curious what's got some bubblehead girl like you to be that introspective.

Well... I don't want to be on bad terms with you. I really don't, Marker-San.

[ . . . She couldn't care less. That's the first thing that builds up in her throat to throw back at the human girl, after she'd been accused all this afternoon until now. But...

Well, Aligula was right. Making an enemy makes you a more obvious suspect. It's simply not practical. ]

Oh yeah, so what's your plan?