[oh. ahaha. she looks off to the side, but offers him her hand.]
I thought you said you weren't going to get me out of trouble, Ming-xiong.
[her knuckles are going from red to sliiightly bruised, and she's still got the fading coffee burns and the almost-fated cat bite on her hand. it's fine.]
Am I getting you out of trouble now, or am I just reminding you of the stupid thing you did?
[ He's still bland-toned, as he wraps her knuckles with something cold wrapped in what was once probably a scarf from one of the stupid costumes here. ]
[ He maintains eye contact as he draws the scarf scrap a little too tight across her knuckles, before loosening it to more comfortable tightness and tying it. ]
[ He's pared it down enough that it shouldn't be cumbersome, and her bruising will be better off, no swelling - so he'll leave it at that, no further fussing. ]
It's like that in the other rooms, too. Like the whole place reset - the day was done, everything had to go back to the way it was, or something.
[ Which does hell for finding any actual evidence again after the fact. He Xuan dislikes it.
He's not upset about Tamaki dying, or Beau probably following after, but he wants to know the parameters of this place. He wants to know how they were played. ]
[ >There's a pause, when she says that, and He Xuan stares at the elevator for all of it. Letting the irony of that more or less wash down over him, until the urge to laugh, and laugh, and laugh doesn't rear its head any longer. ]
There should be, shouldn't there? Especially with all that was found.
[I was rereading to try and find something yesterday and got to the part where Pei Ming was like "you're still young, that's why you like to fight for justice over every little thing" and wow that line sure hits differently you read it again after knowing all of Shi Wudu's shit.
Anyway.]
And yet it seems like they want us to just forget about it. How are we supposed to do that...! It's not right...
[ Ha ha, wow! That sure does hit different when you look at things now, huh.
Anyway. ]
This place has no concept of justice. Of order. Of law. That they even asked us to vote for a culprit is surprising, and I almost wonder what would have happened if there were no votes cast.
[But... what if something bad happens? She's not worried about the danger to herself, really; she can deal with it, she's a god. But there are a lot of young people here who deserve better than what the trials could potentially bring them.
After a moment, she sighs.]
But that wouldn't work. It would only take one vote to keep that from happening, and someone who's gone as far is to kill and get away with it is hardly likely to abstain from voting, I think.
It's true. You'd be tempted, but someone else would probably be tempted to vote anyways. [ He's being a realist, here. ] Just to force the system. Even one vote would tip the scales, I think.
[ Or vote to cause despair in the group. Vote to watch them fight to the death, where dangers are very real, and very violent. (ha ha ha in retrospect) But he gets it, why she's tempted anyways. He knows her. ]
[It's like the Gambler's Den in Ghost City - you go there, and you play by the Ghost Realm's rules, whether you're human, god, or ghost. They agreed to be here, so they have to play by this place's rules.
The only difference is you could walk out of the Gambler's Den, in theory. They can't walk out of this.]
...we'll just have to make sure that this is worth it.
[ He looks off ahead, for a moment, into the technical void. It truly is like the Gambler's Den, and he - hates it. But at least he knew the rules of the Ghost Realm, was an enforcer of them the same as Hua Cheng is, even if his territory was more closed off.
[The thing she was going to ask for involved making sure his life wasn't at risk. She can't agree that it's worth both their lives. What would be the point, if he lost his here?]
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I thought you said you weren't going to get me out of trouble, Ming-xiong.
[her knuckles are going from red to sliiightly bruised, and she's still got the fading coffee burns and the almost-fated cat bite on her hand. it's fine.]
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[ He's still bland-toned, as he wraps her knuckles with something cold wrapped in what was once probably a scarf from one of the stupid costumes here. ]
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[Riiiiiight.]
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[SHE POUTS AT HIM... but, point taken, she'll shut up while he works.]
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Are you looking for something we missed?
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She looks sort of frustrated.]
...but it looks like everything's gone back to the way it was before.
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[ Which does hell for finding any actual evidence again after the fact. He Xuan dislikes it.
He's not upset about Tamaki dying, or Beau probably following after, but he wants to know the parameters of this place. He wants to know how they were played. ]
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[You can't just say something didn't happen because the proof of it was covered up.
You just can't.]
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There should be, shouldn't there? Especially with all that was found.
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Anyway.]
And yet it seems like they want us to just forget about it. How are we supposed to do that...! It's not right...
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Anyway. ]
This place has no concept of justice. Of order. Of law. That they even asked us to vote for a culprit is surprising, and I almost wonder what would have happened if there were no votes cast.
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[But... what if something bad happens? She's not worried about the danger to herself, really; she can deal with it, she's a god. But there are a lot of young people here who deserve better than what the trials could potentially bring them.
After a moment, she sighs.]
But that wouldn't work. It would only take one vote to keep that from happening, and someone who's gone as far is to kill and get away with it is hardly likely to abstain from voting, I think.
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[ Or vote to cause despair in the group. Vote to watch them fight to the death, where dangers are very real, and very violent. (ha ha ha in retrospect) But he gets it, why she's tempted anyways. He knows her. ]
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It seems an unfair system to me, but I suppose complaining about it won't help. It's not like it will change.
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[ After all, indulgence spreads further than morality in this place, it seems. ]
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The only difference is you could walk out of the Gambler's Den, in theory. They can't walk out of this.]
...we'll just have to make sure that this is worth it.
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And they truly can't walk out. ]
Worth our lives.
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[The thing she was going to ask for involved making sure his life wasn't at risk. She can't agree that it's worth both their lives. What would be the point, if he lost his here?]
Let's just make sure it doesn't come to that.