Ah! [Oh god, oh god he was going to be sick. Ryou brought his knees up and curled against them, his hands covering his ears. Kougyoku wasn't going to get away with this, so what was the point? She used her magic, there was no way...
And here he was, sitting and doing nothing. Letting Norway die. Letting her waste an incentive that could have brought his sister back. Amane, who he couldn't help even now when he had the chance. He was pathetic...
Ryou's eyes glance back up at the scene, his stomach reeling. He couldn't do it...because he couldn't kill an innocent person. But Kougyoku... She wasn't innocent anymore, right?
She was a murderer.
His sister deserved to live more than a murderer who was going to die in trial anyway.
That uncharacteristically cruel thought hazed any sense Ryou had left in him. The gory scene before him, the incentive, the stress from this entire "game" had just sent him over the edge. Quietly standing back up, Ryou gulps and reaches for the gun he'd been keeping on him today. She wasn't looking, he could sneak up on her.
It wouldn't hurt. In fact, it would hurt a lot less than the execution the producers were going to give her.
He was going to bring back Amane. Kougyoku was going to die tomorrow anyway. If he didn't do this, she could turn around and kill him next--it's not like it would be difficult. He was a witness now. He had to... He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice.
That's what he kept telling himself as he quietly snuck up behind her, his knees shaking as he brought the gun up to nearly touch the back of her head before pulling the trigger in a deafening bang.]
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And here he was, sitting and doing nothing. Letting Norway die. Letting her waste an incentive that could have brought his sister back. Amane, who he couldn't help even now when he had the chance. He was pathetic...
Ryou's eyes glance back up at the scene, his stomach reeling. He couldn't do it...because he couldn't kill an innocent person. But Kougyoku... She wasn't innocent anymore, right?
She was a murderer.
His sister deserved to live more than a murderer who was going to die in trial anyway.
That uncharacteristically cruel thought hazed any sense Ryou had left in him. The gory scene before him, the incentive, the stress from this entire "game" had just sent him over the edge. Quietly standing back up, Ryou gulps and reaches for the gun he'd been keeping on him today. She wasn't looking, he could sneak up on her.
It wouldn't hurt. In fact, it would hurt a lot less than the execution the producers were going to give her.
He was going to bring back Amane. Kougyoku was going to die tomorrow anyway. If he didn't do this, she could turn around and kill him next--it's not like it would be difficult. He was a witness now. He had to... He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice.
That's what he kept telling himself as he quietly snuck up behind her, his knees shaking as he brought the gun up to nearly touch the back of her head before pulling the trigger in a deafening bang.]