[ what a trial! yves is over a the bar and he's got a mug of beer with him. it's still mostly full, like he's drinking it slowly for once. there's an empty chair nearby with another mug, along with a little photo frame.
when he notices he has company, he perks up with a smile and waves. ]
[ he'll go and grab some juice from behind the bar. she's free to peek at the photo while he's up! when she examines the frame, she'll see that it's a very stupid selfie. yves in the forefront and then adolphe, passed out in the background with his head against the bowl in the spa for washing out hair products. he's got a ton of little clips in his hair as he's snoozing away ]
[ coming back with a juice for eupha and placing it in front of her. he'll go to take a seat ]
Because I don't know what I want.
I don't think I deserve Heaven, and I don't think I want it if Adolphe isn't there. And I don't want to go home, because I chose the circumstances of my death and I'm satisfied.
So isn't it okay? To vote for me instead of someone who wants this chance more than anything?
I entered a fight that I knew would end in both my death and my opponent's. It would've been enough to save the people I love, and that's all I set out to do.
... I have a lot of reasons for not wanting to go back to life, to that time. So...
[ and he does feel guilty. sometimes he wonders if one is enough reason for him to go back, but. ]
But we already said goodbye. And I... I think it'd make my choice feel worse if I was the only one to come back. The person who killed me, who I also killed... was my friend, after all.
[ he's willing to acknowledge that, and smile gently ]
I'm not sure, Eupha. I wish I had a more firm answer for you, but... that was my reasoning. It all boils down to... my uncertainty, I guess. Compared to everyone else's certainty.
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week 1, saturday
when he notices he has company, he perks up with a smile and waves. ]
Hi, Eupha. Another drink? Or juice this week?
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[ since she already got smashed at the party and that's probably enough for one week.
she comes over to sit with him. can she peek at the photo. ]
I did not have the opportunity to say it before, so... I am sorry about your friend.
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[ he'll go and grab some juice from behind the bar. she's free to peek at the photo while he's up! when she examines the frame, she'll see that it's a very stupid selfie. yves in the forefront and then adolphe, passed out in the background with his head against the bowl in the spa for washing out hair products. he's got a ton of little clips in his hair as he's snoozing away ]
Mm... Me too. But thank you for saying so.
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and a bit of a hesitant look at yves, before... ]
... You said that you would be content with being voted for. Is that truly how you feel?
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Yes. [ no hesitation ] If people didn't like our options as much as I did, and wanted something else... I would've been okay with it.
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Because I don't know what I want.
I don't think I deserve Heaven, and I don't think I want it if Adolphe isn't there. And I don't want to go home, because I chose the circumstances of my death and I'm satisfied.
So isn't it okay? To vote for me instead of someone who wants this chance more than anything?
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[ she takes the drink in hand, but doesn't drink from it just yet. ]
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I entered a fight that I knew would end in both my death and my opponent's. It would've been enough to save the people I love, and that's all I set out to do.
... I have a lot of reasons for not wanting to go back to life, to that time. So...
Redemption is a little less clear to me.
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she takes a sip of the juice. ]
... I understand. All too well, perhaps...
But are there not people who would rejoice to see you again?
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[ and he does feel guilty. sometimes he wonders if one is enough reason for him to go back, but. ]
But we already said goodbye. And I... I think it'd make my choice feel worse if I was the only one to come back. The person who killed me, who I also killed... was my friend, after all.
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At the end of it all... I didn't want it to be about good or evil, or who was right and who was wrong...
I think it'd feel... insincere to come back to life without him.
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It might. But you may be surprised at how much joy it would bring to that one person. Or... to others, who you might not have expected it from.
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[ he's willing to acknowledge that, and smile gently ]
I'm not sure, Eupha. I wish I had a more firm answer for you, but... that was my reasoning. It all boils down to... my uncertainty, I guess. Compared to everyone else's certainty.
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he'll just reach out and hold onto her hand ]
... and that does mean something to me. I promise it does.
Ever piece of kindness here is something I cherish. I think I just... need to figure out what I'm willing to live with, or die with.
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... her face reddens. ]
Oh! G-good. I... hope that you do. Cherish it. And, er, find an answer...
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he just looks confused? gently loosens his hold so she can escape? ]
Sorry, did I cross a line?
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Where I come from, holding hands in such a way has... a particular meaning to it.
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[ oops! he'll just gingerly release her hand then, lightly and loosely ]
Ah, I'm sorry Eupha... I didn't mean to embarrass you....
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Of course it would. I'm still learning the differences between our customs, I suppose.
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... But I think that I am blessed, to be able to meet people from distant lands like this.
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[ easily ]
It's one of the few ways where this place actually feels like Heaven.
[ even if losing each other then feels like Hades ]