[ she sure has. yin yu figured that much out on saturday, watching her practically beg for her own death. watching people protect her from something, when in reality, she didn't want to be protected at all. yin yu at first had been horrified that he might have gotten her captured innocently -- but by the end of the trial, he was almost begging to get her caught, at all. he's sure flayn is still expecting it. aside from the fact that flayn wants to be punished for the things she's done, she...

mn. this is the worst possible punishment. to live with your guilt dragging at your heels, a shadow with a heavy weight, is a cruel existence, and one that is often deserved. he knows that hurt. yin yu knows that pain. ]

...it won't. [ he's sure sanji must know, too. that same feeling of quiet exhaustion that has come from this entire farce, from the island, and from here. how many people died from his group, because half of these killers had already known each other? ridiculous. the targeting--he's long since accepted his own, but the other kills of his week left him feeling more angry than anything else, zenitsu-- the alliances, the needless amounts of death and destruction....

yin yu's so tired. he just wants this to be over.

eventually, quietly, he speaks up again: ] I don't know what this week will have in store for us. I almost hope that this creature will be as monstrous as we're all expecting it to be.

[ because he would really, really like to kill it with his bare hands. ]