Aftergathering 6

[clearasmud]

Rule 17 hits like a gutpunch. The plan she'd talked about, as improbable as it already was, had just become much harder.

But something - someone - digs its heels in inside her, the same way it did prior to their most recent trial. The presence of their latest, insurmountable hurdle, has the odd effect of only making Youko more determined.

They're going to win.

There's hot soup, rice, and tea in the kitchen. We're holding a meeting tomorrow morning in the conference room. I want you to be there.

- Youko

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[openterrain]

[ Jean has had one hell of an emotional night, but he seems to be holding up well when he answers the door. He looks exhausted, but he's freshly showered and mostly dry aside from his still damp hair. He's looking better than he had before. In his pajamas the leather cord he's taken to wearing around his neck is visible. ]

Youko...?

[ And then he remembers... right, the two of them had agreed to talk. He takes a step back and pulls the door open further, in case she wants to come in. ]

That's right. You said you wanted to tell me something.

[clearasmud]

[ That, she does. ]

You look better. I'm glad.

...I thought a lot during the investigation, and while we were waiting for things to begin. That's why I said what I did, at the start of the trial. What I want to tell you... I guess it's sort of related. Would you mind?

[openterrain]

No, it's fine. Come in.

[ He gestures to the room behind him. It's tidy and, despite the collection of stuff he's received, rather sparse. His desk is the messiest part of it all, stacked with a few journals and a sheaf of papers from Mordecai's room. He lets Youko pick her seat - the desk chair or the bed - but opts to remain standing himself. ]

What is it?