I know. You realize no one will blame you for what you did, right? Or at least... I'll make sure they don't blame you.
[ there's bound to be another trial in the future, as the pattern shows, and there may be a person or two that believes Elizabeth is suspicious. it's logic that he finds to be extremely stupid considering she was voluntold to do it, but one look at Franziska and the theories she came up with and he can see it coming a mile away. he doesn't owe Elizabeth much, but she defended him just as Lara did. she at least deserves that same respect. ]
People are acting like fucking idiots when lives on the line. Asking for name changes, breaking the goddamn terminal, throwing up ― but you did what you could do. I'm not going to let 'em screw around next time.
[ he wasn't as particularly involved this time around, if only because no one was outright suspicious like Diva had been. names weren't just going to roll off of his tongue in hopes of being right, risking the idea of killing someone innocent. the next trial will be different, he has no doubts.
their eyes meet and he sees the young woman that she truly was. scared and alone, doubting every little step she's made since she has arrived here. he's seen those eyes before. many, many times. Elizabeth is likely mad that she is showing herself in such a vulnerable state right now, far too upset to do anything about combating it or to push him away. he does his best to show he wasn't here to exploit that, running his thumb over the makeshift splint she had formed on her wrist gently. ]
It's a pretty bad break. He looked like he hit you hard. But Shijima did about as good as she could with what's around in this shithole.
[ his lips curve upward into a weak smile, as if to try to provide some encouragement. ]
Should heal quickly enough so long as you don't use it. Now come on. Not a place for a pretty lady to be.
[ he's standing back up, offering a hand for her to hold onto with her only good one. she didn't need to be holed away for the remainder of the night unless she truly wanted to be. ]
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[ there's bound to be another trial in the future, as the pattern shows, and there may be a person or two that believes Elizabeth is suspicious. it's logic that he finds to be extremely stupid considering she was voluntold to do it, but one look at Franziska and the theories she came up with and he can see it coming a mile away. he doesn't owe Elizabeth much, but she defended him just as Lara did. she at least deserves that same respect. ]
People are acting like fucking idiots when lives on the line. Asking for name changes, breaking the goddamn terminal, throwing up ― but you did what you could do. I'm not going to let 'em screw around next time.
[ he wasn't as particularly involved this time around, if only because no one was outright suspicious like Diva had been. names weren't just going to roll off of his tongue in hopes of being right, risking the idea of killing someone innocent. the next trial will be different, he has no doubts.
their eyes meet and he sees the young woman that she truly was. scared and alone, doubting every little step she's made since she has arrived here. he's seen those eyes before. many, many times. Elizabeth is likely mad that she is showing herself in such a vulnerable state right now, far too upset to do anything about combating it or to push him away. he does his best to show he wasn't here to exploit that, running his thumb over the makeshift splint she had formed on her wrist gently. ]
It's a pretty bad break. He looked like he hit you hard. But Shijima did about as good as she could with what's around in this shithole.
[ his lips curve upward into a weak smile, as if to try to provide some encouragement. ]
Should heal quickly enough so long as you don't use it. Now come on. Not a place for a pretty lady to be.
[ he's standing back up, offering a hand for her to hold onto with her only good one. she didn't need to be holed away for the remainder of the night unless she truly wanted to be. ]