Take Responsibility.
| After a while, the door at the bottom of those stairs unlocks and it swings open gently of its own accord, allowing everyone back down into the courtroom; it's not as bad as it was last week, but again, there are decidedly fewer of them than there were last time. The podium circle has changed once again, with Rick, Tabby and Sukuyo joining the ranks of the deceased, their podiums draped with black cloth and adorned with greyscale photographs. The shadows are quiet down in the darkness of the pit; for the time being, it's hard to say what the pit itself looks like after the explosion last week. One way or another, we'll find out by the end of the day. As usual, the proceedings are being watched from behind that panel of glass behind podium 30; he'll speak as soon as everyone has found their place in the circle. "Familial has been taken from you. Regardless of what her affiliation was – whether she was with me or the lot of you – you know what you have to do by now. There can be no hesitation; you should offer no mercy. It's you against the guilty. Take control of your fate, and hold them responsible." Ten Participants remain. However many more we lose today is up to you. |

SELECTION.
[The voice of the Conductor cuts through the discussion; there's not much left for it, is there.]
Hold the guilty accountable for their actions; make them take responsibility. As always, majority rules.
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You will stop him.
My last request is this: I want Sukuyo and I to be the last. Make sure no one else has to die because of another one of this man's "incentives".
That's all.
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Listen to me. You're no more of a monster than I am.
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Thank you.
We'll meet again, Susan.
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Alone in her flat. Alone with her murderer. Alone, alone, alone.
In Mitzi's arms.
Susan steps forward and hugs Cabanela.]
I'll figure something out. I promise.
["From now on, I win every single day."]
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I know you will. You'll succeed.
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[She can't die. Not after coming so far. Not for this.
She'll miss you, Cabanela...]
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[ Well, this was a Day. She's collected her shoes but hasn't put them back on, and hits the button without hesitation. ]
See ya, old man.
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> Ardent
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Fuck you. Like you even have to request something like that...
[ There's no heat in his tone, though, just frustration. ]
> Ardent
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...honestly, it'd been pretty nice not having to stand next to any empty spaces. I'm really going to miss it.
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[ GIOVANNI, THE ONLY PERSON SOL HAS LEFT... ]
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[ Bakugou's surrounded by death here... ]
It'd be some symbolic shit of how we stand united or something, you know?
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[ SOL ]
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[ these two ]
Hey, Jean, you come with me over to the other side of the circle too, we can stop being surrounded by emptiness and death.
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Re: SELECTION.
[She's wiped at her eyes, but those tears aren't stopping.]
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Believe me. We will, Mr. Conductor.