I told them--well, not all of them [for. probably obvious reasons now] that you wouldn't do that. In the cabin, later, Dick-san tried to say that maybe you had some kind of role you couldn't tell me about, and that you had to. But I told him that you would have told me not to go, if you knew you'd be going out that night too.
[He's--well. Obviously, he's upset with Magnus. But given time, given the chance to live... Yasusada probably would've grudgingly forgiven him. He can't fault people for choosing to kill, in a place like this. Despite everything, it isn't Magnus's fault that they all timed their choices poorly--Magnus couldn't have confessed even if he'd wanted to.
But he didn't get that chance. He barely got a single moment of doubt in his benefit. It's strange, because it's not so much himself he's angry for--it's all of the people like him, the people before him. Everyone who was condemned and judged because they'd dared to show emotion, or be less likable than others. He was always supposed to be clearly guilty, but that they didn't even consider he could've acted in self-defense, for instance... when he thinks about it, it reminds him of Rapunzel, how she got caught up in the storm of his emotions.
It's not about whether he does or doesn't want their support. It's about how objective they've all claimed to be, only to turn around and prove they're incapable of exactly that.
It's why his next words are spoken in a tone that's just--tired, mostly. Like he's speaking facts that are well-established.]
Even if I wasn't guilty, they would've chosen me over him anyway.
[Because Sanji is a passionate soul at his core -- he loves, he cares, he strives to offer kindness in his own way -- but he isn't a blind man, either. People are swayed by emotions and simply twist up the politics to match. If Yasusada had already been convicted at the start of the trial, then he was going to die. Finding another "villain" wouldn't have changed anyone's minds.
Even more so if it was Magnus, someone whom half of the camp viewed as a lovable grunt of a man.
Sanji understands the politics of it all very well, but that doesn't mean he has to be in a forgiving mood because of it. Eventually, his anger will cool into something sensible. For now? It burns hot and furious as it did when Zelos was killed for the same crime of being misunderstood]
I'll give Dick a pass because he saw a memory of me as an Editor, and that's all he had to go off of. [A pause... he glances at Yasusada before abruptly looking away, sighing]
But you ain't wrong. If I had to kill, I wouldn't have sent you out. Chancing my life means there would've been no reason to risk yours.
[A fact Yasusada knows better than anyone besides the rest of the castle residents. Gambling with his own life is par for the course, but the life of others? Absolutely not, unless there's literally no other choice. To do anything else would've been a disservice to Yasusada]
[He... yes. It hurts, a little, to think about--that after everything they saw and shared, Sanji still might've chosen, or been forced, to bloody his own hands. But it wasn't that part that made him so dismissive, so adamant that Taako was lying. It was everything else, and frankly, he'd been offended on Sanji's behalf.
His brow furrows for a minute, a look of deep thought crossing his face. Sanji asked about the execution too, and he'll get to that, but first--]
...Sanji-kun, would you-- [Hm. He stops, then starts again.] --At the castle, it was... difficult for people to talk about what Tora-kun and Ryuu-kun asked them to do, wasn't it? Some of them, I think they would've tried to tell us more, if they could. [...] Do you think that might be true here, too?
[Please pick up what he's putting down, Sanji, he doesn't know how to be more subtle than this.]
Those with roles probably can't speak of 'em, no. But I'm sure there'd be plenty of crass assholes who'd jump at the chance to say whatever they could, for the better of everyone.
[Staring Yasusada dead in the eye as he says this, before he glances off, and says no more]
So he hopes, anyway. He really, really hopes that they're on the same page, here--but he thinks they are. Why didn't you tell me? is on the tip of his tongue, but then--no. If he couldn't, then he couldn't.
Anyway, Sanji has his reasons. Yasusada will trust in him.]
I think so too. [He looks, for a moment, like he wants to ask more questions, but then he shakes his head. He doesn't want to risk anyone getting hurt; he'll visit one of the directors soon. He doubts they'll be able to tell him much, but it's worth a try.]
[IT'S FINE that was everyone else's reaction too. Tragically Yasusada does not know that Britt was a chortling lizard in the background of his death.]
I didn't mind. [He took her partner away from her.] I offered to let her do it quickly, but she wanted a fair fight. And she won.
[...Well, for the most part. He knows he could have pushed it, if he'd truly wanted to. He'd considered it, he truly had, because he'd do anything, anything for Okita--but.
For the one moment it mattered, he chose selfishness. Absently, he lifts a hand to rest on his sword--before he remembers it isn't there.
Right.]
...I want to send one of my cards to Chuuya-kun, though. He came to me after the trial, and said he'd protect me if I won.
[Which Yasusada hadn't expected in the slightest. He's a little sad that he hadn't seen their similarities sooner--they could have been good allies, he thinks.]
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[There are so many reasons why Sanji's entire soul feels ready to leave this afterlife and careen straight into the fires of hell--
But then he's distracted. First by the fact that Flayn won, then by Yasusada's gesture, a hand searching for a sword that isn't there, and a second later by Chuuya of all people lending the other his aid.]
... Is your sword -- [A pause, then his head gently tilting] Is it back with the living, or ... are you with Souji?
[Everything else goes ignored, until he hears the answer]
[Despite himself, Yasusada smiles, just a little. Of course Sanji is the only person who'd ask that; the other swords probably would have, if they'd gotten the chance--or maybe not. They know there's only one reason he'd willingly be parted from it.
Carefully, he fishes out a photograph, handing it over to Sanji. The photo is of Okita, their Okita, sleeping peacefully at a classroom desk, head resting on a nice comfortable pillow with a blanket draped around his shoulders. Yasusada's sword has been slipped into his arms.]
Kage-kun was kind enough to grant my request. [Yasusada has no qualms asking for what he wants, when it comes to things like this. Admittedly, though, he'd been a little surprised that it had been granted.] I didn't get a chance to ask Veronica-san if I could see him, before... [Everything. She probably would've said no, but he still would've liked to try.]
[... And there Souji is. Sleeping soundly. A soft, quiet smile overtakes Sanji's expression as he stares down at the photograph]
So they really are here.
[It's not that he doubted that truth, but seeing the physical proof tugs at his chest -- a reminder of what is still at stake. There's a swallow, and then a very slow sigh as he offers the photograph back to Yasusada]
I'm glad they could give you that much, then. After all the shit you've been through...
[This, Sanji believes with his entire heart, it something Yasusada deserves to have]
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[Be mad, Sanji! He's mad on your behalf!!!!]
I told them--well, not all of them [for. probably obvious reasons now] that you wouldn't do that. In the cabin, later, Dick-san tried to say that maybe you had some kind of role you couldn't tell me about, and that you had to. But I told him that you would have told me not to go, if you knew you'd be going out that night too.
[He's--well. Obviously, he's upset with Magnus. But given time, given the chance to live... Yasusada probably would've grudgingly forgiven him. He can't fault people for choosing to kill, in a place like this. Despite everything, it isn't Magnus's fault that they all timed their choices poorly--Magnus couldn't have confessed even if he'd wanted to.
But he didn't get that chance. He barely got a single moment of doubt in his benefit. It's strange, because it's not so much himself he's angry for--it's all of the people like him, the people before him. Everyone who was condemned and judged because they'd dared to show emotion, or be less likable than others. He was always supposed to be clearly guilty, but that they didn't even consider he could've acted in self-defense, for instance... when he thinks about it, it reminds him of Rapunzel, how she got caught up in the storm of his emotions.
It's not about whether he does or doesn't want their support. It's about how objective they've all claimed to be, only to turn around and prove they're incapable of exactly that.
It's why his next words are spoken in a tone that's just--tired, mostly. Like he's speaking facts that are well-established.]
Even if I wasn't guilty, they would've chosen me over him anyway.
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[Because Sanji is a passionate soul at his core -- he loves, he cares, he strives to offer kindness in his own way -- but he isn't a blind man, either. People are swayed by emotions and simply twist up the politics to match. If Yasusada had already been convicted at the start of the trial, then he was going to die. Finding another "villain" wouldn't have changed anyone's minds.
Even more so if it was Magnus, someone whom half of the camp viewed as a lovable grunt of a man.
Sanji understands the politics of it all very well, but that doesn't mean he has to be in a forgiving mood because of it. Eventually, his anger will cool into something sensible. For now? It burns hot and furious as it did when Zelos was killed for the same crime of being misunderstood]
I'll give Dick a pass because he saw a memory of me as an Editor, and that's all he had to go off of. [A pause... he glances at Yasusada before abruptly looking away, sighing]
But you ain't wrong. If I had to kill, I wouldn't have sent you out. Chancing my life means there would've been no reason to risk yours.
[A fact Yasusada knows better than anyone besides the rest of the castle residents. Gambling with his own life is par for the course, but the life of others? Absolutely not, unless there's literally no other choice. To do anything else would've been a disservice to Yasusada]
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[He... yes. It hurts, a little, to think about--that after everything they saw and shared, Sanji still might've chosen, or been forced, to bloody his own hands. But it wasn't that part that made him so dismissive, so adamant that Taako was lying. It was everything else, and frankly, he'd been offended on Sanji's behalf.
His brow furrows for a minute, a look of deep thought crossing his face. Sanji asked about the execution too, and he'll get to that, but first--]
...Sanji-kun, would you-- [Hm. He stops, then starts again.] --At the castle, it was... difficult for people to talk about what Tora-kun and Ryuu-kun asked them to do, wasn't it? Some of them, I think they would've tried to tell us more, if they could. [...] Do you think that might be true here, too?
[Please pick up what he's putting down, Sanji, he doesn't know how to be more subtle than this.]
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Those with roles probably can't speak of 'em, no. But I'm sure there'd be plenty of crass assholes who'd jump at the chance to say whatever they could, for the better of everyone.
[Staring Yasusada dead in the eye as he says this, before he glances off, and says no more]
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So he hopes, anyway. He really, really hopes that they're on the same page, here--but he thinks they are. Why didn't you tell me? is on the tip of his tongue, but then--no. If he couldn't, then he couldn't.
Anyway, Sanji has his reasons. Yasusada will trust in him.]
I think so too. [He looks, for a moment, like he wants to ask more questions, but then he shakes his head. He doesn't want to risk anyone getting hurt; he'll visit one of the directors soon. He doubts they'll be able to tell him much, but it's worth a try.]
...Anyway, it was Flayn-kun. For the execution.
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[GOD.
Sanji is dead and his heart still can't take all of these surprises, so Yams is gonna have to forgive the nearly comedic screech of horror]
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I didn't mind. [He took her partner away from her.] I offered to let her do it quickly, but she wanted a fair fight. And she won.
[...Well, for the most part. He knows he could have pushed it, if he'd truly wanted to. He'd considered it, he truly had, because he'd do anything, anything for Okita--but.
For the one moment it mattered, he chose selfishness. Absently, he lifts a hand to rest on his sword--before he remembers it isn't there.
Right.]
...I want to send one of my cards to Chuuya-kun, though. He came to me after the trial, and said he'd protect me if I won.
[Which Yasusada hadn't expected in the slightest. He's a little sad that he hadn't seen their similarities sooner--they could have been good allies, he thinks.]
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But then he's distracted. First by the fact that Flayn won, then by Yasusada's gesture, a hand searching for a sword that isn't there, and a second later by Chuuya of all people lending the other his aid.]
... Is your sword -- [A pause, then his head gently tilting] Is it back with the living, or ... are you with Souji?
[Everything else goes ignored, until he hears the answer]
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Carefully, he fishes out a photograph, handing it over to Sanji. The photo is of Okita, their Okita, sleeping peacefully at a classroom desk, head resting on a nice comfortable pillow with a blanket draped around his shoulders. Yasusada's sword has been slipped into his arms.]
Kage-kun was kind enough to grant my request. [Yasusada has no qualms asking for what he wants, when it comes to things like this. Admittedly, though, he'd been a little surprised that it had been granted.] I didn't get a chance to ask Veronica-san if I could see him, before... [Everything. She probably would've said no, but he still would've liked to try.]
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So they really are here.
[It's not that he doubted that truth, but seeing the physical proof tugs at his chest -- a reminder of what is still at stake. There's a swallow, and then a very slow sigh as he offers the photograph back to Yasusada]
I'm glad they could give you that much, then. After all the shit you've been through...
[This, Sanji believes with his entire heart, it something Yasusada deserves to have]
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[And she wouldn't lie to him, not about that. If it had been bad news, she probably would have simply not mentioned anything at all.
He takes the photo back, carefully tucking it away.]
Mm. I'm grateful. I wasn't sure if they'd be able to, but I thought it couldn't hurt to ask.
[He gets a lot of stuff just by asking for it, honestly? This is what happens when you're a straightforward person.
But, more seriously--he really is glad. And if things go south for them... at least he'll be where he belongs.]