I'll be blunt -- both him and I are looking to protect Heart from too much harassment, which is why we're leaving out details. That, and I don't feel like bodying half the camp.
First, tell me what he told you, and if I think I gotta anything, I will; otherwise you can tell me what you know.
It's not just harassment you need to be worried about. It's potential consequences.
[he lifts a hand, as though to indicate that one time Heart got their hand stabbed at trial]
So as far as protecting Heart goes, on 100% on board with both of you. It's why I'm not asking for more details.
[he'll hear what Sanji has to say, but he won't request too much more than what Dick told him, if anything else at all]
. . . he told me that you saw some of Heart's memories, only with people you knew swapped in for the people they knew. Heart could see what was happening the entire time and interjected to save you all. The injuries you received in the memories were partially healed along the way.
He also mentioned. . . that the rest of the people from our games are here. All of them.
[his mouth twitches into a smile, but that smile fades as his gaze grows distant. as he tries to remember. . .]
When we entered the cabin we were shown the mansion. It was. . . covered in the blood and gore of all of the murders that took place there. The corpses were left in their final resting spots, too. Ever time we found one, our. . . memories of what happened in the mansion were altered. We remembered scapegoating an innocent person who survived in reality, or failing to save anyone at all when we all made it out safely. Things like that.
[a pause, and he doesn't elaborate more before moving on]
Every time we touched a corpse it faded away and left behind a pink note with one of the camp rules written on it. One of the notes was bloodied and crumbled and all that was written on it was "winner take all" in all capital letters, repeated ad nauseam.
After collecting those notes, we made it to the attic of the mansion where we each got into a-- a fight with more illusions of people we knew. [NO MORE ELABORATION THERE, EITHER] When the fight ended, we woke up in the arts and crafts cabin.
It's not dissimilar to something Lili experienced, is it?
[hah. . .]
She saw her partner trying to encourage her to give up and play along with the game. Our memories of what happened at the mansion were altered as a threat-- visions of what could have happened, what would happen if we ignored the competition.
Hn. 'Course, playing along with the game and giving up are two different things.
[He leans into his seat, and stares at the ceiling for a moment]
We need more time to cover our bases, break into every shitty cabin we gotta... but that means we keep the game going for as long as possible... and that means someone's gonna die every Friday, at least.
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[And yet Sanji is so Tired he just rolls with it anyway.]
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[okay, all jokes aside. . .]
. . . how are you holding up?
[Hikage was from the mansion, after all]
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[Deflecting. Probably not a surprise. His eyes close with a sigh]
Besides, we got business to discuss, yeah?
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Is it about Purple Heart?
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[. . .]
And I know a little something myself that I'm not about to talk about in public or with anyone else that helps me understand what happened, too.
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[Folding his arms]
I'll be blunt -- both him and I are looking to protect Heart from too much harassment, which is why we're leaving out details. That, and I don't feel like bodying half the camp.
First, tell me what he told you, and if I think I gotta anything, I will; otherwise you can tell me what you know.
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[he lifts a hand, as though to indicate that one time Heart got their hand stabbed at trial]
So as far as protecting Heart goes, on 100% on board with both of you. It's why I'm not asking for more details.
[he'll hear what Sanji has to say, but he won't request too much more than what Dick told him, if anything else at all]
. . . he told me that you saw some of Heart's memories, only with people you knew swapped in for the people they knew. Heart could see what was happening the entire time and interjected to save you all. The injuries you received in the memories were partially healed along the way.
He also mentioned. . . that the rest of the people from our games are here. All of them.
And they're all asleep.
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[A quiet nod]
We don't know where they're being stored, just like we're not sure how long anyone's been asleep, either.
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. . . so it's impossible to tell how long any of us have really been here.
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Our sense of time might have been fucked from the start.
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Based on what the counselors say about having been here for a long time, I'm beginning to suspect that technically we have, too.
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[The only reason he's keeping his options open is, well...
A pause, and he glances at Akira]
So, what did you find out? You break into one of the cabins, too?
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It was, to put it into simple terms, a total shitshow.
[he's fine now but he sure was covered in SO MUCH BLOOD despite being relatively uninjured sooooo?? what's up with that???]
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[GRUESOME]
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No! No, thank god.
[THAT WOULD'VE BEEN AWFUL]
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[he would have believed Akira if he said they had to make macaroni art out of their spleens]
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Dick mentioned that. You got it looked at, right?
[stop deflecting]
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[Also deFENSIVELY HIDING HIS SHOULDER]
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When we entered the cabin we were shown the mansion. It was. . . covered in the blood and gore of all of the murders that took place there. The corpses were left in their final resting spots, too. Ever time we found one, our. . . memories of what happened in the mansion were altered. We remembered scapegoating an innocent person who survived in reality, or failing to save anyone at all when we all made it out safely. Things like that.
[a pause, and he doesn't elaborate more before moving on]
Every time we touched a corpse it faded away and left behind a pink note with one of the camp rules written on it. One of the notes was bloodied and crumbled and all that was written on it was "winner take all" in all capital letters, repeated ad nauseam.
After collecting those notes, we made it to the attic of the mansion where we each got into a-- a fight with more illusions of people we knew. [NO MORE ELABORATION THERE, EITHER] When the fight ended, we woke up in the arts and crafts cabin.
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And specifically, Sanji knows better than to pry with the finer details. Instead he tilts his head, assessing]
What do you make of what you found?
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[hah. . .]
She saw her partner trying to encourage her to give up and play along with the game. Our memories of what happened at the mansion were altered as a threat-- visions of what could have happened, what would happen if we ignored the competition.
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[He leans into his seat, and stares at the ceiling for a moment]
We need more time to cover our bases, break into every shitty cabin we gotta... but that means we keep the game going for as long as possible... and that means someone's gonna die every Friday, at least.
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[watching Snaji with his one-eyed gaze, though he seems to be so caught up in his own thoughts that he's staring right through him]
. . . but the longer we draw this out, the more we're going to suffer.
Shadows said that to me when I mentioned not wanting too many people to die.
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The only reason the castle won is because we decided the suffering was worth the goal.
[Sanji's voice isn't cruel, but it forms into steel as he looks through Akira as well]
If there's a way to make sure everyone can win, then I'll make it happen.
[No matter the cost.]
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