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Calvin sat, watching everyone slowly trickle into the room. Lucas Carsen entered, introducing himself in a slightly formal tone. It was obvious he had spent time with Krista, judging by the way he spoke of her, yet Calvin found a little bit of joy in the fact that she would not be joining the group this morning. Hearing a pun would have made him lose his mind.

Mondatta came in, and offered a speech that spoke of Shona and hope. Something about it left a bitter taste in Calvin’s mouth, but he simply nodded. The monk was old, and Calvin saw little point in arguing with one so set in their ways. Whereas he once would have relished the chance to argue, now it felt stupid.
  
Mary and Noel were chatting amicably, as were Shaun and Caora, who had become a duo Calvin had not expected. Looking at all the infinites, Calvin realized how little he knew of them. The one he had found to be tolerable was now gone, and he felt a deep sense of isolation that he hadn’t felt for many years. Solitude had always been of comfort to Calvin, who rarely spoke with his forgehands and enjoyed the act of burying himself in his work. 

He was awoken from his reverie by the loud entrance of Monokuma and the Carnage sisters. Well, some of them. Both Nariko and Alexandria were missing. Nariko would later be revealed, but he didn’t know where Alexandria could be. Nor did he care. He felt much the same way as a gift box slammed into his chest. He let it fall to the ground, and only after a few moments did he lean down and pick it up. In a normal state, Calvin would have launched into a tirade demanding to know what the hell was happening, but he slowly realized it was a repeat of yesterday, albeit with  a greater theme to it. 

The token and a chance to gamble was tempting, particularly with the suggestion that there might be alcohol involved. Calvin made a mental note to check it out, but was interrupted from his reverie by Davis looking at him straight in the eyes.

“What the hell happened last night?”

It was a simple question. Calvin wanted to lie, wanted to avoid having this discussion as much as he could, but he realized he needed to come clean. There were too many sets of eyes all staring at him intently. 

[color=fdc68a]“I…”[/color] A deep breath. [color=fdc68a]“I fucked up.”[/color]  He related the tale of his being given Alexandria’s handbook, and access to the crematorium, and his realization that it could be used as a sort of makeshift forge. [color=fdc68a]“Shona asked me to help…”[/color] He felt himself shudder, and clenched his fists. He wasn’t about to break down in front of these people. [color=fdc68a]“I lost track of time. Alexandria showed up, and I think she was ready to let me go, but – Something else came. A robot. Not like the carnage sisters. It had a giant fucking gun. Was ready to shoot through her, and me.”[/color] He was looking at each infinite directly, taking a moment to observe their expressions. [color=fdc68a]“They took me. I don’t know how the sword got to Shona. I wish it hadn’t. Maybe then, she wouldn’t have…” [/color]

The veins in his neck were bulging. His face was bone white, all the blood seeming to flow out of it. If anyone touched him, they would have been shocked to realize how cold his skin was. His normally hearty complexion was wan and pale. 

[color=fdc68a]“I killed her. That sword wasn’t made right. It was amateur work. And if I hadn't been a fuck-up, she would be here right now.”[/color] He looked up at the group, and opened his mouth, as if to say something more. Words failed.