Didn't we just do this last week?
[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.
Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]
Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela
[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.
Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]
Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela
[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.
Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

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He leaves his puffy red vest in his room, but keeps his denim jacket on him with his picture tucked away in a pocket. Words can't explain how much he wished he knew someone familiar. Marty wanted nothing more than to be home in his bed, sleeping the night away. Knowing he'd wake up the next day, and everything would be normal. Just normal.
No killings, no investigations.
He walks by the table where there are now four candles lit instead of two, and digs something out of his jacket pocket. It's a picture he and Undyne drew, for the Conductor. Whether it's the dead cows or the name resting on a pile of shit, it's pretty clear to see that the Conductor wasn't in her favor. Or his.
Marty stands there for a minute or two, before sitting at a nearby table. He folds his arms across the table and lets his head rest on them, and that's where he'll stay. ]
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[ He just realizes how bad that looks. ]
It's a picture we drew for the Conductor. We posted notes around his profile and drew shit like this.
Literally, I guess.
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The dead cows? The shit from the Conductor smells so bad it killed the cows. [ Marty finds himself laughing. At that time, having someone around who wasn't afraid to start shit like this was amazing. ] We thought it was funny.
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Did one of them draw it?
[...that's probably something Undyne would do.]
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[ A grin came to his face. ] It was pretty heavy. She thought about the cows dying and everything.
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She has a pretty interesting sense of humor, doesn't she?
[Had, but...]
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[ He sticks his hands in his vest pockets. ] Brave as hell.
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[She hadn't lied to them, even knowing full well what was about to happen to her.]
We'll get out of here, for her sake. I don't know if it's possible to help her people, but I'm willing to do anythiiing I can.
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[ He wasn't around her enough, hopefully he doesn't sound like a complete jackass by asking... ]
What doya mean by 'her people'?
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[It's not like he was around her much, either.]
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This just seems...not real. [ He looks up to Cabanela with a sad kind of look. ] How's this all even happening?
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But I want you to remember that this is real, no matter how strange it feels.
We owe it to Kaneki, Undyne, and Byakuren.
[...]
Reaver, too.
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What do you think about that? About him killing people?
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That's what I think.
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Sorry. I was just wondering.
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