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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[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. ]