[ Jiuqing chooses combat… And as she knows, this option is also voluntary. The person she would face tomorrow would be someone who also chose to become her executioner. She would meet the eyes of someone who would choose to spare or kill her… That is the Prism’s reality, but maybe someone would be kind. There are many self-sacrificial people here, unfortunately.
She’s whisked to her own archway, a jail that is influenced by her very self and cognitive state. Even if made pleasant to an extent, the word “execution” looms, foreboding, thick, and heavy. Some visit her, those with questions, and yet all of them doubt her. None of them would come with the thought of her innocence.
Then… When execution day comes, she sees who walks beside her is Percival himself. He signed up—why. After condemning her to this fate, why has he decided to become her executioner? It would be ridiculous to accuse someone, then go into execution to die for them.
And that is true. When they both are given the magical paint gun, he does not hesitate. He is here to silence her… Forever, even if she protests and claim her innocence for all those watching to hear, no one responds.
Jiuqing dies in combat. It wasn’t swift, it wasn’t gentle, and she suffered long before her end.
The question returns.
WASITWORTHIT?
To know friendship only to be given betrayal? To let someone in, to bare and share wounds, only for your kindness to be turned against you? Exploited. Defamed. Disposed. Percival committed to all these crimes against your friendship in the span of Thursday night to Sunday afternoon.
Do the soft and good moments assuage the pain? Are there no regrets? ]
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She’s whisked to her own archway, a jail that is influenced by her very self and cognitive state. Even if made pleasant to an extent, the word “execution” looms, foreboding, thick, and heavy. Some visit her, those with questions, and yet all of them doubt her. None of them would come with the thought of her innocence.
Then… When execution day comes, she sees who walks beside her is Percival himself. He signed up—why. After condemning her to this fate, why has he decided to become her executioner? It would be ridiculous to accuse someone, then go into execution to die for them.
And that is true. When they both are given the magical paint gun, he does not hesitate. He is here to silence her… Forever, even if she protests and claim her innocence for all those watching to hear, no one responds.
Jiuqing dies in combat. It wasn’t swift, it wasn’t gentle, and she suffered long before her end.
The question returns.
WAS IT WORTH IT?
To know friendship only to be given betrayal? To let someone in, to bare and share wounds, only for your kindness to be turned against you? Exploited. Defamed. Disposed. Percival committed to all these crimes against your friendship in the span of Thursday night to Sunday afternoon.
Do the soft and good moments assuage the pain? Are there no regrets? ]