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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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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.