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[clownfeethero]

I... killed him...

I killed him.

[ falls to the floor, cries ]

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[sealedup]

[ Pascal has to force himself to not seek the boy out hissing and spitting -- has to force that friendly demeanor back on. he'd said it himself -- it wasn't the child's fault ]

[ he takes a moment to compose himself before padding into the room ]

Well, I have my proof. Thank you for your bravery.

[clownfeethero]

[ yeah, well, this kid's pretty stubborn and his friends are dead and-- what's that? Oh, 'cause he didn't find this out in time, other people died unnecessarily. So even if it's not his "fault," the guilt is kind of hanging over his head. ]

[ so he shakes his head, firmly. And that's all you'll be getting out of him ]

[sealedup]

[ well, Pascal doesn't want to leave it at just that ]

I hope that our hosts are kind to you. After all, this wasn't your fault.

[clownfeethero]

...As long as they keep their promise and let everyone go home...

[buster_sniper]

You mean, you...

[clownfeethero]

...I'm... sorry...

[buster_sniper]

It's not your fault.

[clownfeethero]

[ suuuure feels like it ]

...Well, everyone can... go home...