night four - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Souza Samonji
When: The fourth night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island

[ It's the dead of night in the jungle. Considering the Hunt, you have to wonder if you're actually safe out here, but it at least seems quiet. Maybe you could try getting some rest, or maybe you should keep watch. Either way, that quiet may not seem very comforting. ]

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[odagumi]

[ His eyes move from the pistol to Max's own eyes and he holds her gaze carefully and steadily. ]

Out of everything I want to say before I die, it's...a question I want to know the answer to. I don't think I'll ever understand humans so this might be fruitless but...Miss Max, what...did we, did I do that was so wrong? Yamato, Horikawa, and now me...why is it we deserve death so much more than anyone else? I don't...understand why protecting your friends, having friends, can condemn us to death. [ Are humans so cold, he wonders? Souza forgets to breathe for a second, realizing he has to and sighs shakily and curious enough all these frustrations of his manifest just barely into tears. Not because he's scared but because he can't understand any of it, any of this. Though he's quick to wipe them away with a hushed apology. ]

Do what you must then, Max but I... [ He hesitates. ] Thank you for... ...at least...listening to me. It's probably the... [ This is immeasurably hard for him. ] Kindest thing anyone outside of my friends had done for me on this island.

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[photoshoot]

[ tears are welling up in her eyes. she wished that she could still turn back time, that she could prevent herself from making this mistake, but maybe this was her penance for redoing so many things in the past week; she had to live with a mistake she was probably about to make. all she does is listen, and nod silently as Souza speaks. if what he said was true.. regret begins to trickle down her spine slowly, despite not even pulling the trigger yet. ]

I wish I could be that sure. I wish — I could be as level headed as you guys. I think that's what's so scary about you. You sword people are so decisive and sure all the time, but humans.. we're so fucking fickle. [ a beat. ] I did kill someone for my friend. Sort of. I let him die, but I could have prevented it from happening. Even if I couldn't stop it, I could have.. I can reverse time. I could have gone back and stopped it, but I was so afraid he was going to hurt my friend that I let her shoot him. I just let that happen and now I can't change it. I've screwed up enough, so I have to get back home and save her, or she'll be dead for real this time. [ she wipes her right eye with her upper arm's sleeve. she understands the unwavering fealty to her friends that Souza has. ] I think I should just stop trying to help. If you're being honest with me.. I'll vouch for your friends, okay?

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[photoshoot]

[ 3.. 2.. 1. Max has to force her eyes to stay open as she does this. she takes one shaky shot that flies towards the shoulder and chest area, then another that heads towards the lower stomach. she doesn't want him to be in pain, at least, so she hopes both are enough to kill. she wants to throw the gun down and run away right then. she doesn't want to watch him die, but she'll respect him enough to stay here while he does.

she won't say sorry.

she can't say sorry.

she remembers what Matt told her. they were being forced to play this sick game. but how can she pretend this wasn't her fault? ]

[odagumi]

Please, at least keep the rest of them safe though... [ She's been so kind to him that he doesn't necessarily want her face them either as that in itself has become increasingly dangerous since the trial. ] Don't approach them after tonight, after today they...won't be as calm as I have been.

[ Of course he is bleeding and while bleeding to death is slow, he finds it peaceful in a way. He always thought that in death he could find freedom, he could be released from his gilded cage and at least now, he is. Souza makes a conscious effort to keep his eyes open for as long as he's able, staring up at the sky that he's always longed for though he momentarily stops to pick up his strewn aside sword, holding it to his chest before he ever so slowly sits down to wait for the inevitable. ]

This might be too much to ask, Max but after I die, can you make sure I'm facing the sky? It... [ He coughs, the sensation hurts. ] I want it to be the last thing I see. It's so high up, isn't it? Ah...I never knew that.

[photoshoot]

.. I will.

[ she feels like she's intruding now, watching him slowly pass.. it was painful for her. she was disgusted with herself, to know that she was the one who did this to him, and still he remains as steady as he had been a few minutes ago.

she stays at the edge of the small clearing, clinging to a tree, looking away. she'll let these final moments be his and only his. ]