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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[ 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?