week 6 | Saturday, Post-Trial

[concasse]

[At some point, Belph will realize someone is following him.

Maybe it's just a sixth sense. Maybe he swears he hears a footstep. Looking over his shoulder doesn't give him anything, but eventually:]

Just walk somewhere private, Belph. I'm behind you.

[That sure is Sanji's voice coming from out of thin air]

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[axilium]

[mmmmmmmm.]

He probably would, yes. And possibly send the rest of us passive-aggressive letters for it? Please don't inflict that fate on us.

[concasse]

Heh, forget passive-aggressive. He'd start going for the throat at that point.

[...]

I'll try... to keep going.

[axilium]

[pragmatically speaking, another reason to keep sanji alive, past all sentimentality, is that—if they need to cull the numbers, it might be worth it to keep those around who'd do the dirty work instead of others.

but that's... an awful thing to think, let alone say, and belph hates that this is what his mindset has been warped to by this point.]

... I know it's hard.

[he's wanted to die since long before this war. this place has only made it worse.]

But that's our obligation, right?

[concasse]

... Yeah.

[It's alright, Belph. Sanji would agree with everything you thought.

It's the big reason he decided to be an Editor in the first place; a proper story needs villains, people to do the dirty work to reach that happy ending.]

No quitting until we reach the finish line.