trusthell | Taking Responsibility.

Despite the lack of a body, despite the fact that you've initiated the investigation today of your own volition rather than due to some sense of formality and obligation (to the dead, to the rules, to the session), it seems that the Wordsmith is aware of your activities regardless; as such, when you finally leave that hidden area on the seventh floor and move back toward the stairs, you'll find that the elevator is already waiting for you.

Perhaps it's unsettling, in its own way; perhaps it'll only serve to make you more determined.

Either way, the ride up is swift and smooth as always; when the door opens, however, it becomes immediately obvious that the courtroom itself has changed.

The podium circle is still standing in its spot toward the front of the room; three more have joined the ranks of the deceased since you were last here - Mikazuki, Watanuki, and Bruce Wayne's portraits have been set up on their podiums; however, theirs aren't the only ones that have been covered - all thirty podiums have been draped in black, the fabric spilling down over the wood, almost to the point of reaching the floor.

That isn't the only difference, either - Kageshirou is far more visibly present today, in a way that's impossible to ignore. The walls in here appear cracked, much like the one in the foyer, dark silt and shadow spilling down to pool on the floor like contaminated water, like blood. A fair amount of it seems to be emanating from the lectern high above, the one place in this room that doesn't seem to have taken damage like the walls have; regardless, the darkness of the shadow entity spills down heavily from there, constantly pouring down like some sort of waterfall, thick and ugly and thankfully dissipating into the floor before it can touch the circle where you'll be standing.

The circle is one of the few places in this room that's clear of it, actually.

As repulsive as this all may be, however, the lectern remains empty, standing cold and unaffected by any of this; once everyone has found their place in the circle, the Wordsmith's voice can be heard addressing everyone, as always.

"Welcome, Apprentices—I thought it likely you would want to find yourselves here today, and we have now gathered for what I am sure you need not be told may be one final time. Is there perhaps something you wished to discuss?"

There are only eight of you left, and it seems you've reached the end of the line. There isn't much else to do but try to win, in any way you can.

Best of luck to you.

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So, it is someone else... Is it anyone we know?

No.

That's too bad. The person that could make you feel a moment's happiness must be very remarkable!

... Could we ever meet them, though? Are they still around?

You overestimate their ability.

No. It is not possible to meet them and they are irrelevant to all of this.

Were they "Assentive?"

[ Might as well throw it out there. ]

They were not. The one you compare to Gretchen had no hand in this university at any point.

Assentive was different.

So what, Assentive was your old partner? One of your old victims?

Yes.

Which one?

Both?

Both.

Assentive was a valuable ally, and a student here prior to all of you.

Can I ask how many of these games you've run? This cannot be the first one.

Several. I am afraid I lost the ability to keep track.

[ Jasper's theory... ]

Did she win her game? Or graduate her round, or however you want to put it?

He did not. Assentive was lost to me as your fellow classmates have been to you.

...Have you been in one of these games yourself?

[ . . . Wait.

Wait, wait, wait. ]

Then why would you care? Was he your favorite in that class?

Assentive was what I suppose would be called 'my family'.

... Explain yourself.

You would really push me so far as to demand those answers?

Very well.

'Assentive' was the title granted to a truly empty existence, who only saw purpose in being directed by others. An existence that held the role of my own adopted son.

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[well that's fucking intense]

That last part does not sound very true. Surely your [SWING] dead love is very important to who you are as a person!

Be silent. You have no concept of the things you speak about so carelessly.

No. [and that's in answer to...? both? both.]

You say they were not involved in any of this, but maybe that is not so true. Maybe you did this for them.

You're wrong. I have already said I dislike lying, so there is little reason to doubt this.

You can dislike something and still do it. [but fine okay]