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	[color=ADD278][i]Hematemesis... No. Hemoptysis.[/i][/color] Thomas quickly identified Mercy's ironic affliction. It was unfortunate, but there was nothing to be done about her condition. Even a dedicated team of specialists would find themselves hard pressed to deal with spontaneous hemoptysis. Perhaps Mercy herself could have done something, but she eclipsed Thomas in medical experience by nearly a decade. There was no way around it, this was it for Mercy Evergreen.

	Thomas paused, staring intently at Felix and Mercy. If not for the grave situation, he may have thought Felix’s pose somewhat comedic. Here was Mercy’s only samaritan cloaked in the blood of his rescuee, [i]how ironic[/i]. Still, Thomas did not plan to cultivate Felix's belief that Mercy Evergreen could be saved. He imagined his words like a bucket of ice, a means for the Infinites to escape their stupor. Instead, he came off cold and uncaring.

	[color=ADD278]”There's nothing we can do. Mercy Evergreen, the Infinite Plague Doctor, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLIBuXMYH9g]has been murdered.”[/url][/color]

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	There was another brief pause, with silence that was so smothering that it may as well have been an ocean. If any of the Infinites objected to what Thomas just said, he paid them no heed. Instead, he took this opportunity to process what had just happened.

	Thomas lamented the loss of Mercy not for her person but her talent. It was not a coincidence that her the motive was the horseman virus and Mercy was the plague doctor. Through this biased motive, the infinite plague doctor was plastered with a target by virtue of her talent.

	Coincidences don’t exist, and that’s what Thomas truly believed. Luck, chance, anything that someone attributes to some mysterious omnipotent source has time and time again been proven to be the result of countless ever changing variables. These variables overwhelmingly pointed to one thing:

	Mercy death was unnatural. This didn’t just happen on a whim. The Hemoptysis and Monokuma’s arrival ultimately confirmed this. 

	This implications of this should be fairly obvious, but he would have to take a look to see if any of the rules had changed since his arrival. There were more important matter at hand to deal with now. 

	Thomas grabbed a napkin from his plate, got up, and made his way to Felix and Max. Without a word, he tossed the napkin to Felix. Thomas entertained the thought of whatever afflicted Mercy being infectious but quickly stifled any action on that thought. If it was infectious, Felix was a dead man walking. Any pretense of help would just extend an otherwise excruciating death. Thomas had a hunch that this wasn't the case though...

	He then turned to the body, and began to make sense of this situation. Aside from the areas where Felix and Max had prodded her, Thomas could see that Mercy was quickly becoming pale. It would be pointless to try and find a pulse. There [i]was[/i] something that irked Thomas, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. Figuring out this case could be done during the court of carnage. Thomas had all the info he needed for now.

	Still, unsatisfied, he turned away. He pulled out his handbook at looked at it expectantly. [color=ADD278]”If we define death as the cessation of the heart; Mercy Evergreen has been dead for several minutes."[/color] Thomas rhetorically glanced at his watch, and then directed his attention to the Infinites favorite dichromatic ursine. [color=ADD278]"At this time it would be against the rules for this to be [i]your[/i]"[/color] — Thomas practically spat the word — [color=ADD278]"fault, ergo, we know that this is the work of one of us. Ah, in other words, there will be a trial for the murder of Mercy Evergreen, correct?”[/color]