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selfdenying) wrote2016-10-16 03:23 pm
selfdenying) wrote2016-10-16 03:23 pm
DAY 4 (POST TRIAL) ALFENDI & ELIZABETH
[He honestly doesn't really know what to say.]
[Alfendi has never been a sentimental person. He smiles, he's polite, he knows how to follow proper manners like any good gentleman, but as far as expressing emotions goes? Well, that has rather always been his Achilles heel. Sometimes, he's not even sure if he feels anything at all, so how is he even supposed to show sympathy if the well has mostly gone dry, so to speak?]
[So, when he approaches Elizabeth not too long after the execution has gone down, he struggles with what words he should use. He can't tell her she did a good job bringing down a staff member, since that smacks of being emotionless, considering Lara had to get in the crossfires of the whole terrible thing. He can't just change the topic and focus on the task ahead - she's in a vulnerable state right now, and doing that seems callous. He wants to try as best as he can to say the right thing, because despite himself, he trusts her, he respects her, and to metaphorically smack her across the face with words would be an insult, indeed.]
[But despite his self-doubts, he's here - he notices her walking out of the trial room and approaches her, his tone level:]
Elizabeth. [He says, with a nod.] I'm...sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine how it felt.
[Alfendi has never been a sentimental person. He smiles, he's polite, he knows how to follow proper manners like any good gentleman, but as far as expressing emotions goes? Well, that has rather always been his Achilles heel. Sometimes, he's not even sure if he feels anything at all, so how is he even supposed to show sympathy if the well has mostly gone dry, so to speak?]
[So, when he approaches Elizabeth not too long after the execution has gone down, he struggles with what words he should use. He can't tell her she did a good job bringing down a staff member, since that smacks of being emotionless, considering Lara had to get in the crossfires of the whole terrible thing. He can't just change the topic and focus on the task ahead - she's in a vulnerable state right now, and doing that seems callous. He wants to try as best as he can to say the right thing, because despite himself, he trusts her, he respects her, and to metaphorically smack her across the face with words would be an insult, indeed.]
[But despite his self-doubts, he's here - he notices her walking out of the trial room and approaches her, his tone level:]
Elizabeth. [He says, with a nod.] I'm...sorry you had to go through that. I can't imagine how it felt.
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[ As he talks about his innocence, she clenches her fist a bit. It was a relief to hear, but part of her still feels that people - anyone - can betray her. Elizabeth feels her heart sink when he talks about his innocence, she tries to recall something she lost long ago: faith.
She puts faith in him when it could be her undoing. ]
No... no, you need to understand. You've put yourself at risk too by forcefully talking about theories and trying to lead us to a conclusion. Whether you're someone truly innocent or someone with some ulterior motive, you need to understand I'm choosing you for a reason.
[ He talks of Judy and her face falters. Elizabeth doesn't know how to feel - Judy is cold at times, but offers glimpses of hope in ways she can't explain. Why? IS there some conflicting morals...? ]
I won't. I refused to partake unless she gave me information about the staff. That's how I know that they're scientists - it wasn't Judy's offering at first.
[ She fought for the damn thing! ]
There is another person I'm discussing this with, someone I've verified as innocent. They'll be another point of contact that I can confide it, don't worry. [ She smiles weakly. ] What I need from you... I need for you to keep pushing certain people. I have the ability to find out these staff members in private, but only one at a time - I've narrowed my fields of innocence but if I find out a staff member... we have to find a way to out that information without me or anyone innocent coming into risk.
[ Selfish as she was to wanting to stay alive, it's because she has a purpose now. ]
I don't want anyone to take the fall for me, I'd never ask for that...
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[Anybody could be against them. Anybody could be waiting to backstab them when they were all distracted by something else. Paranoia is only natural, in these times.]
That's good. I'm glad you have someone else.
[There's a pause, his smile turning somewhat bittersweet as she discusses him getting targeted, of him being pointed to and destroyed of just trying to find the truth.]
You know, I am scared of that. Of them going after me, not just because of my theories and such, but... [He pauses, the words heavy on his tongue- he's still trying to come to acceptance with it.] Elizabeth, you know I'm not a well man. I'm sure you've seen it for yourself. All it takes is for me to do something wrong, something out of my current control, and they'll be on me like vultures to roadkill.
[He lets out a breathless laugh.]
But that doesn't mean I'll stop. I know the risk. I'd rather catch these cowards than worry about my own hide, you know? I feel I have to. I need to. Catch them before they kill again...
[There's a pause. His lips feel dry.]
Don't worry, Elizabeth. We'll find a way to share it without putting others at risk...it'll be hard, though, but it's possible. We still have the paint idea - if we find out the apartment the perpetrator is in, we can confirm it via that way. We'll need to brainstorm things, ensure that all possible leaks will be sealed...
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I won't let them. I let an innocent woman, as unwell as she was, be executed. Alfendi, no matter, I will give you the fairness we are all entitled to.
[ She's taking a chance here. She really is. Elizabeth chews on her bottom lip, trying to come together with the prospect of believing in Alfendi - trusting him. It's hard for her, hard for her to believe in anything but her own escape. But... ]
If they have research to do, they won't stop until there's a result produced. They're... studying us in some way, looking for a metric we can't quite find. Is it based off survival...? Stress levels..?
[ She muses out loud, but it's so... dry. She doesn't care right now. She's tired and sore and disenchanted. ]
There's only two people in my apartment now - myself and another. If you need to spend the night and brainstorm this, we can. I don't... know much about my other roommate, but we should be fine.
[ Yeah, Elizabeth's room is a fucking danger zone?? ]
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[His smile turns rueful - before today, he'd been in the dark, thinking he was having nothing but a few fainting spells. It turned out much worse than that. How nice, how everything changes so quickly in a few hours.]
If we want to ascertain the nature of their research, we'd have to look at their parameters. I have no scientific experience, really, but I know for a fact that if they are trying to obtain a certain result, they will keep some things the same as to eliminate variables. Perhaps removing the foot is one of those controls...but we can't tell at this point.
[hahahaha they're going to be so wrong about the foot]
Hm. Well, let me try to gather more information and try to narrow down suspects. When another murder occurs, I can stay over, and we can move from there. I want to make sure our plans will be as effective as possible.
[He can see how tired she is, how exhausted, and he, too, is also out of it. This whole strange game of murder weighs far too much on a person's psyche. What will be the last metaphorical straw on the mind in the shape of a camel's back?]
[He doesn't know. He has to just look to the future and ensure that the murderers will get what's coming to them in this deadly game.]
[There's a bit of an awkward pause, but he reaches forward, placing a hand gently on her shoulder in his attempt of a reassuring gesture as he looks into her eyes.]
Please get some rest, Elizabeth. The days ahead will be long, but if we work as hard as each of us possibly can, then we'll escape this wretched place.