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Davis remained unmoved by all the voices in the court room. He just sat there with a smug look on his face, slowly shaking his head. That was until Max spoke up. Then Davis's smile instantly vanished. For a moment he looked surprised. Impressed even. But everyone kept talking. It wasn't until Marianne began raising up from her monologing to accusing Bliss that everyone started to quiet down. Each harsh accusatory word cut into bliss like she was being struck with an actual knife. She squirmed backwards, half leaning into Max's train to get away from the woman who was literally standing right next to her. By the time Marianne wished Bliss was dead, she was on the verge of tears. Rising above everyone was the sharp laugh of a certain bear.
“Oh, now isn't this splendid!” Killgood was still laughing while he tried to speak. “The despair in this room is so thick, so, so, so very savage!” He was starting to breath hard. “Oh, oh this just feels amazing! At this rate you'll all kill each other well before you run out of time.”
Davis balled his hand into a fist. Though with a few breaths, he was able to calm down. At this point, Caora was the only voice in the room. Quietly mumbling “shut up” over and over to himself.
“Bliss?” Davis words were soft and gentle. He laid his sword on the podium. None of his hands were on it.
Bliss, still rattled by Marianne's assault, was unable to look in the man's direction. “Yes?”
“You're going to be okay.”
She turned her head. Because of the angle, it was difficult to look at Davis without also looking at Marianne. So she held her hand up in front of one of her eyes “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I know you didn't do it.” He folded his arms. “Everyone in here is convinced Krista didn't do it, I know you didn't do it.” He made eye contact with her. “If I yell at this unwholesome cunt, it's going to be loud. And that's going to upset you further.” He shot bliss a friendly smile. “This is a fight you need to win yourself.”
“Fight?”
Davis closed his eyes and cast his hand out into the center of the court. “Take a deep breath, think, and explain to Marianne why she's wrong.” And bliss did just that, or at least she appeared to. She closed her eyes and took a few breaths. It didn't take her more than a few seconds of controlled breathing to regain her composure. She still had dried tears on her cheeks, but her eyes. They were on fire.
“Wow...” Bliss looked directly into Marianne's eyes. The nanny was pulling anxiously at her gloves. “So your logic really boils down to, I wasn't there, so I must of killed him. Right?” She nodded. “I'm just curious. You seem to know a lot about the human body and how it works. Even knowing how long it takes for blood to dry at room temperature. But do you know what else humans need?” Bliss groaned. “We need sleep. Are we all suppose to sleep at the same time? Doesn't that kind of defeat the point of protecting Krita AT ALL TIMES!?” Bliss grit her teeth. “I know it isn't in that stupid E-handbook that you can't peel your eyes away from, but do you remember what I said when I volunteered to watch Krista with Mondatta?”
Bliss turned to face Mondatta and Krista. “We should sleep in shifts. No two people should rest at the same time. It's just... safer for everyone that way.”
“Krista slept at night, while Mondatta and I stayed up to mke sure no one broke into her room during the night of carnage. Then Mondatta slept mornings, and I slept evenings. Of course it takes a bit to adjust to a schedule like that, so I happened to go to the break room to have a talk with Alice. If I eat too much it helps me sleep.” Bliss was furious. She was leaning towards Marianne's booth now. “So you just accused someone who's tired, sluggish, and sleepy, who was doing EXACTLY what they were suppose to be doing, of being a shit, incompetent nanny.” Bliss leaned closer still. “At least I spent the last few days trying to help.” The nanny leaned back and folded her arms. “Maybe you should look at all the facts instead of the ones that appear on that device.”
“Hahahaha!” Davis waved his sword in the air to get everyone's attention. “Okay Bliss, that's enough I think.” Davis shook his head. “Alright, before I go on, I'd just like to address a few things.” Davis looked over at Shaun. “You're asking me to include a handle in my theory. I'm just going to ask you why you think it's important.” Davis shrugged. “It being here doesn't really invalidate anything I said. Nothing in my theory can be undone just by the presence of a handle. Maybe think things through before trying to white knight the suspect? Kids these days...” Davis looked at Caora. “I seem to recall Krista and Cyrus exploring this cave some time ago. I wouldn't expect a brat like yourself to remember such a minute detail, you are pretend investigators after all. But with your theory, there should be three sets of foot prints. One for Mondatta, one for Krista, and one for the killer. Only there's two different sets. If a scuffle wiped them out, then why are there two sets? Did the killer only wipe away Mondatta's footprints? That makes no sense.” Davis turned to face Marianne. “As much as I'd like to go of on you for- YOU CUNT!” Davis pointed his sword at Marianne. “YOU INNER MONOLOGING, FRENCH CUNT! WHAT DOES PASTE HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING? YOU THINK WITH A ONE HOUR TIME LIMIT, SOMEONE'S GOING TO MIX UP MORTAR PASTE FOR A CRIME? YOU SMELL LIKE A PEICE OF CHEESE THAT WAS ON THE FLOOR OF A BROTHEL FOR A WEEK TOO LONG, AND THEN SLAPPED IN SOME HOBO'S SANDWICH! MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU COULD ACTUALLY GIVE POOR BLISS A BREAK INSTEAD OF TRYING TO FILL YOURSELF WITH EVERY CUT OF MEAT THAT PASSES YOU A GLANCE!”
“Eeep!” Even Bliss was a little taken back by Davis's outburst.
“Now...” Davis cast out his hands. “I'd like to gently remind everyone that we are on a time limit. We need some focus. If you think my theory is wrong, prove it. Present some evidence that contradicts what I said. But I gave all of you a chance to say something before I gave my little theory. Let's try to be a bit more focused in the future.” Perfection turned to Max. “You... actually made some good points.” Davis folded his arms like he hadn't just called a woman that word. Twice. “Yes, the knife would have been quite dull if it was used. And one might think that the wrapper being in Krista's room must clear her since it obviously wasn't the weapon. But isn't it also possible for Krista to plant such evidence there herself?” Davis shrugged. “Certainly from a logic standpoint, planting something that wasn't the actual murder weapon in your room would be a great way to get people to stop looking at you.” Davis shook his head. “But actually, that was Bliss. I never actually said I thought it was the knife.” Davis held up the tool handle. “I think it's possible this is what Krista used to actually fight Mondatta with, and I believe that you are also right that it is a file. It could certainly explain the scratches on his armor.” Davis turned it over in his hand. “The file itself must have broken on his armor.” Davis's eyes flicked up to Krista. “What do you think about that? Ma'am?”