week 7 | friday, post investigation

[concasse]

[Well... there's not that many people left in the castle, is there? Eleven total, two bodies away from the nine they need.

Whatever happens tomorrow, Sanji suspects it will be the last trial.

Which means he needs to track down the ones who are left and make plans. Souji is first on his list, Sanji also bringing with him a warm bowl of soup out of habit. He'll knock on the door of the man's room]

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[sanguinairy]

[HE SURE DID KNOW THAT ALREADY. He actually came pretty close to letting the group know, too, last week. Things had imploded pretty quickly though, and they had decided to sit on that. He'd have rather spoken to Sanji directly anyway, which he got to do. That's fine enough.

So he just nods, and offers a brief but thin smile. He's so damn tired.]

You don't need to worry. I'll be your executioner before the trial is through.

[Unless Eichi gets him first apparently, JESUS.]

[concasse]

[He nods to that, shoulders relaxing back into place, now that the planning is over.

... He's gonna die tomorrow.

Too bad he doesn't feel anything but relief, knowing the end is coming.]

Of everyone, I'm glad it's you.

[Let him finally receive judgment for the kill that ended up haunting him the most.]

[sanguinairy]

[Two for two, then. Souji's a little distressed about a few of the people he has to leave behind, but he has faith that they'll make it. They'll all be fine.

He also sure feels some kinda way about that statement. He really had meant it when he said he'd forgiven Sanji and holds no ill-will toward him. At the same time, he understands what it feels like to not be able to forgive yourself, even if others do. ...He'd just have preferred if resolution came in a different form. He's very tired of executing people he's fond of.

But if it's for Sanji, to help him let go of his burden, he'll do what he can. And later, he'll remove the extra weight of a fair fight, too - Sanji probably wants to rest. Maybe they all do.]

...I wish that I could have done more. [For Sanji. For Hijikata, and Yasusada. For Cardia, Sousei, Jae-ha. For the rest of their dead, and for their living.] But I can at least do this.

[It's the best he can do, rather.]

[concasse]

[Ain't that a mood, Souji. And Sanji can only shake his head, a sudden grin on his face, lightening his expression and loosening up the exhaustion that's been plaguing him for days.

He almost looks... happy]

We all did the best we could with the shit we got, right?

Let's be proud of that tomorrow.

We're going to win.

[sanguinairy]

[He's tired to the bone, but seeing the change in Sanji is enough to bring a little brightness to his own face again. To be proud that they did what they could with what they have...

Well. That's enough, isn't it? That's enough.]

...Mm, we'll see this through to its end.

[They're so close, so close. Just a few more steps. Just two more deaths. That's all.]

We should take breakfast together before the trial, you and I.

[One Last Hurrah before they mcfuckin die.]

[concasse]

Of course! I'll make whatever you want.

[His last act as a chef here, then. Sanji couldn't ask for a better customer.]

[sanguinairy]

Ah, you're really going to spoil me, you know?

[If only he could be a better customer and ask for something outside of like, soup or bread, but hey. It's the thought that counts, or something.]