bellelurette | SECOND EXECUTION

SECOND EXECUTION

Execution

Like last week, you hear the gong, gong of the bells. Unlike last week, you don't get immediately tugged into the promenade of reflexion. There'll be a pull, an itch, but you can ignore it if you so desire. Mercy, perhaps, for all that happened yesterday.

If you do walk into the promenande, the scene is much the same as last week. The mirrors reflect a grassy field, though this time, one lone structure inhabits the field. A worn, cracked but still standing half oval amphitheater with a simple stone stage. Only one figure is reflected in the mirrors, the falsely accused alone with his wide brimmed hat standing directly in stage center.

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Indeed.

[ However, there's a nugget of positivity to be had here, he thinks. ]

Do not forget, Urianger. We know he can be killed now, even if only temporarily.

[ just thinking about the ascians rn dw ]

... No reset yet, either.

[ given that it was one of the things speculated about, earlier in the week, it seems worth a passing note.

hmm. ]

...You're right. I wonder...

[ Hmm.

They'll need to wait and see if they'll reset again, but.

This is something to think about. ]

[The fallen child does their best to quell their laughter (Is this laughter? Are they happy?), remembering their place. Their hands are still shaky, but they manage a sentence.]

I... have a theory. I will share it tomorrow.

[ She probably needs to extricate herself from the pile of people she'd gotten dragged into as well, so. This is a thing. She does nod, however, in response to what they say. ]

All right. Tomorrow, or six days ago, correct?