[indent][indent][sub][sub](yeah still no header can someone please stop making me post so late)[/sub][/sub]

There was much to say about the case. Nothing pleasant, however. As usual, Braden’s testimony and involvement with the case was kept to the bare minimum. All he had to prove was that he didn’t kill the crazy bitch, and that was a simple enough hurdle. At least, that’s how he remembered it. Regardless, the case was over and Braden couldn’t be happier to finally leave--

But that was the issue. The blackened was dead, and somebody [i]had[/i] to be punished. Something something rule something. What a bother. Couldn’t they just do the thing with Mercy’s body? Pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.

[color=82a327]“We don’t trust crazies around here.”[/color] The ironic comment was brushed aside as the court fell apart once again. As his husbando concluded the final statement, Noel was quick to pounce with surprising ferocity, taking Alice down like a lion tackling dinner.

Unsurprisingly, Alice did not respond. His analogy was almost correct: the recon was acting like a chicken. After acting so tough, she could not handle the slightest bit of confrontation. Monokuma ([color=82a327]“the two-toned traitoring traitor”[/color]) did not help by siding with Alice, which further made Braden believe made the recon cocky.

[color=82a327]“Now now, Lois Lane. It’s not good to gang up on the weak. I meaaaan, someone that has army training yet is has nothing to offer beyond cliched edge? Tooootally weak. Maybe once she’s done living out her angsty teen years you’ll get a [i]real[/i] challenge. Might I suggest Justiciar? I heard they’re reeeeal strong.”[/color]

[b][color=6c9b8f]“SHUT UP!”[/color][/b]

Krista peeled her hands from her ears, screaming at the erratic ventriloquist in particular to stop the bickering. All they did was bicker- did nobody have an ounce of sympathy for Felix? It appeared not, as Braden and Noel began to pick apart Alice’s behaviour, whilst Ice and Denis tried to act tough in front of Davis.

[color=6c9b8f]“Please... just stop... No more... I can't...”[/color] How many more have to die before this game would finally end? How many more had to die while she did nothing but aid the blackened in one way or another unintentionally? How many more before it was enough for Davis? Like Ice, Krista wanted to scream at the man causing them misery, but she knew it would do nothing. Even now with someone as fearsome as Ice yelling at him, Davis [i]did. Not. Care.[/i] He was nothing more than a friend that betrayed them at their lowest point.

Did anybody care anymore? She wished so, but it seemed as if each blackened intended to prove her wrong. If they didn't care, does someone like Cyrus really care for Bliss, or Jez for Zachary? By now she was certain she was alone in this. Krista tensed as she faintly heard Davis speak her name. [color=Tomato]“-- a question. Perhaps not as precious as the phone call Justiciar stole from her, but there are no strings attached this time. Regardless of what you ask, I will answer honestly. ”[/color]

She could clearly remember what Lucas had told her before he was executed for his crime. To not waste her opportunity on a dead end, but to use it to understand who the mastermind was. But was it worth it now that they already knew who he was? Davis was standing right in front of him, giving her a second chance to finally [i]find her reason to care.[/i]

[color=6c9b8f]“My brother... tell me! Is he okay?”[/color]

Krista did not care about why Davis wanted them to suffer. She could not give a damn about somebody that betrayed them. But knowing that her brother was safe would make it all worth it. That despite the suffering, she could go home to someone that [i]cared[/i].

[color=Tomato]“He is safe, far away from this place. Last I heard, he found the love of his life.”[/color]

Krista laughed. All she could think about was the time she accidentally walked in on her brother trying to put the moves on his nurse. Did Davis know about that too? Would Davis tell her that the nurse was the love of his life? It did not matter, because Krista collapsed to her knees with her head hanging low, tears hitting the floor in front of her.

Krista could not tell whether if she had carried herself to the exit or if she was helped by a carnage sister. She heard the distinct noise of shoes shuffling towards the rollercoaster, and her body instinctively followed far behind everybody. Her skin felt cold and clammy, but for once she left the courtroom with nothing on her mind.[/indent][/indent]