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Some of the Infinites had already sprung to work, questioning the poor almost-victim or going around looking for something that could help them understand the incident better. Daimyon, however, was still by Mary's side, standing besides her with a comforting arm around her shoulder. Though he did not agree with Cyrus' forceful approach, the politician did have a point: any impulsive behaviour now was hindering the group's chances at finding out what had exactly happened. But what was reason to the torrent of emotions? That is why Daimyon sought to soothe the streamer, and help her make the first step forward.
[color=seagreen]“Tragic loss, heartbreak; like a nightmare, awake,”[/color] he spoke. His imagination was often attuned to his mood, thus it was difficult to come up with something that could have shone a ray of positivity on the bleak situation. [color=seagreen]“But darkness must not win. Only by making peace with what we have can we face it and find the light to lead us out of this.”[/color] He held his notebook in his other hand and allowed himself a small smile. [color=seagreen]“...those were his words, actually. Slightly paraphrased. I copied them from a book of his that I found in the study. He was truly...an inspiring man.”[/color]

Mary's sobbing turned quiet as she shivered from Daimyon's touch. and she slowly turned her head to look at him. [color=pink]"That's beautiful...Ughh, I can't stay crying like this."[/color] She stood back up with shaky legs, and dusted off her clothes. [color=pink]"And to think we were all having such a fun time just moments ago...Why did this have to happen? Why would anyone want to kill Robo-Miyagi?"[/color]

The poet gave her question a hard thought—even though it was only between them, he could not fathom accusing anyone just like this.
[color=seagreen]“Do you know what they say about the hydra? That if you cut off one of its heads, it'll grow two more? Alas, we are not like a hydra, but more like a dragon. We may have more than one heads, but they...don't grow back once cut down,”[/color] His face darkened in an uncharacteristic show of seriousness. [color=seagreen]“...someone is trying to cut off this group's heads. The leaders. To make it...harder for us to get out. And there is only one I can think of that would want this...[i]the bear.[/i]”[/color]

[color=pink]"The leaders? Maybe...Monokuma has a traitor working under them. If that is true, thern...their next target is...Cyrus!"[/color] She put her hands to her mouth, stifling a scream.
[color=pink]"We have to catch them, Daimy-doo! There must be clues, there always are in mystery games..."[/color] With that said, Mary began searching Mondatta's body, looking for hints.

[color=seagreen]“A traitor? I don't think so...still, we must find a way to prove that it was Monokuma and no one else!”[/color]
With that newfound determination, the two also began their, ah...[i]well-intentioned[/i] detective work. He spun around and took another look through the cave, although his untrained eye did not make out anything suspicious at first. With not much to look at but the desire to look at [i]something[/i], he examined the one thing that was in abundance in the cave: rock formations. Stalagmites and stalactites, sometimes bunched together and sometimes standing by their lonesome, decorated the place, each a slightly different length and shade of brown. With no archaeological knowledge to aid him on his search—he was less qualified for this than he thought—, he took a look at the nearest one. It protruded out of the ground lengthily, but aside from its many creases, there was absolutely nothing that made it special. He looked at a second one, standing in bunch with the first. Again, nothing. He examined three more, but aside from the gutter that his mind was rapidly falling into at the sight of the many long and pointy sticks, there was nothing notable.

He turned around and walked back towards Mondatta's body—and as a last-ditch hope from the optimistic poet, looked at the lone stalagmite that stood on the side and between the monk's and Krista's.

Again, nothing...or wait.

He crouched down to better see. There was a visible cut at its base, a light line in the dark brown stone. He ran a finger over it and sure enough, it felt different too. He found nothing of the sort on the other formations and he considered six rocks to be an adequate sample size. He noted the small but—he really hoped—important difference in his little book, then headed back to Mary.

[color=seagreen]“Was there...anything on him?”[/color]

[color=pink][/color]
Mary thoroughly examined the metallic armor formerly belonging to Mondatta, and her eyes opened. Surprisingly, the suit showsed no signs of being hit or damaged, save a few scrapes around the neck and torso. [color=pink]"He was ambushed?"[/color] The Infinite Streamer mumbled to herself. She pulled on the handle on the indentation in the back of Mondatta's head, and her cheeks blushed from the exertion. [color=pink]"HNNNNGHHH; OPEN, DAMMIT! Pppft, it's no use! It's stuck. Looks like he didn't struggle much; there's something on his neck and chest, but nothing else. But yeah, no blade could penetrate something this hard!"[/color]

[color=seagreen]“I see...”[/color] Daimyon replied, holding a hand to his chin and thinking. He could not make anything out of so little, of course, but he tried regardless. [color=seagreen]“But then how was he killed? Not by blade, but with...a hammer? That would have certainly left a dent, though...ah, what a conundrum!”[/color]
He looked around in the cave again—there were fewer people, it seemed, most had gone off to investigate. Krista was, surprisingly, still sitting there at her own stalagmite. She looked to have been...forgotten, almost, in all the chaos.
[color=seagreen]“Someone should really get her some attention...”[/color] he muttered before speaking up with an idea. [color=seagreen]“Mary, could you help carrying Krista to somewhere...better?”[/color]

[color=pink]"Mmm, sorry...."[/color] Mary said softly once she was done inspecting the corpse, and took a couple of steps back. [color=pink]"I...Need a moment. To...sort my feelings, so I can have a clear head for when it starts..."[/color]

[color=seagreen]“Ah, yes, yes, certainly!”[/color] The poet nodded vehemently. [color=seagreen]“May you find your peace, Mary.”[/color]
He turned away from her and towards the violinist.
[color=seagreen]“I guess I'll just have to carry her by—”[/color]

[color=8EE5EE]“...Daimyon, wait!”[/color]

Before he could get to it, however, he heard a different voice calling to him. He looked towards the entrance of the cave, and sure enough, Marianne was approaching.