Week Zero, Friday, post-investigation.
[After the investigation was concluded, Chuuya had had a drink or five. And then he'd retired to their room armed with paper and pen.
The four sheets of paper are currently blank.]
...I don't know enough about them to write poems for them properly.
[He's saying it more to himself than Logix, but he's not kicking Logix out or anything.]
The four sheets of paper are currently blank.]
...I don't know enough about them to write poems for them properly.
[He's saying it more to himself than Logix, but he's not kicking Logix out or anything.]
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... Sorry, I didn't get to speak to any of them before...
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I had maybe one conversation with each of them. Not enough to really know them and pay tribute properly. If I tried to write anything on this much it'd be insulting.
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Do you usually write poetry for the deceased?
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[These four weren't, but Chuuya isn't far enough from the situation that he can justify not writing something.]
It feels like the last thing you can do for somebody.
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If we can figure out who killed them, that might help too.
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Trying to solve what happened is the most I can do for them now.
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[Time to start writing. It's nothing like poetry, it seems like a report.]
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...Have you ever been around for people getting killed before?
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[He sighs.]
I don't mind new experiences, but this is one I would've preferred to avoid.
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[or at least he'll assume that until he learns Polly's deal]
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I don't think we have anything like that where I'm from. Was it... strange to be alive again?
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Do you know people like that?
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[what.]
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[no he's not going to explain]