[the figure off to the side makes a derisive noise.] Really? Not even going to fight the charge. Very well.
[the statues, however - there's just a small nod, from one of them. the grit in the room shifts - and now estelle's mouth is free, though sylvain and diluc cannot speak well through the chewy cement gags.
... and then a voice speaks to estelle.]
Estellise Sidos Heurassein.
You have spent most of your life in luxury, fed with a silver spoon. You have lived idle and ignorant of the suffering around you, and even still, you wanted more. Your circumstances were leaps and bounds better than every man, woman, and child who lived in squalor and despair below you, and you still found the audacity to long for something different, though you made no steps to reach for it. And despite your inability to choose, you are stubborn to a fault, refusing to bend even if it would make those around you breathe easier.
Your sins are Sloth, Envy, and Pride. How do you plead?
[It's hard, to hear some of the hateful things she's thought of herself articulated so plainly toward her. In an instant, some of the more abstract fears she's held in her mind have become something tangible. Something real and inescapable.
[ two very pissed looking gingers, on either side of estelle. their girl!! diluc is not happy with what he hears, his heart sinking when she pleads guilty. two down...one to go.
[the figure off to the side just laughs, this time.
and again - the gags shift. estelle and sylvain now are not allowed to speak plainly.]
Diluc Ragnvindr.
Ever have you been an angry man. The burning in your heart and the contrast of the the weakness of your mortal body led to the death of your father, his blood on your hands. Your grief led you to a path away from the law. Your fury and your ego have impeded justice, many times - the law itself cannot act because you have decided your judgement is superior to theirs. Who are you to decide who is good and who is evil? And furthermore... you have allowed for another to take your place, punished for a crime they did not commit.
Your sins are Wrath, Pride, and Despair. What do you plead?
[ this time, sylvain isn't half as indignant about the accusation. but there's definitely still a frown on his face, something conflicted in his expression. the last accusation may be true, but that had been the shadow's work, and not diluc's. (and yet...) ]
[ ah. he saw this coming. everything they say is true, there's no denying it, regardless of how long ago it all was...and that last part...he clenches his jaw, eyes closing for a moment as he collects his thoughts.
he's had conversations with others, during their time at the hotel, about the idea of vengeance and what kind of justice that'd bring...it's not his path, anymore. he's done his fair share of raging and tearing places/people apart. he's tired...so tired.
when his eyes open, they are set on the figure and his shoulders rolled back. sitting up as straight as he can manage in the restraints. ]
and then there is silence, for a moment, as the figure in the veil watches them. there is silence, and then there is not silence. there is a cacophonous chorus of whispers, in all four of the justices's voices. you can't make out what they're saying, but the voices... they sound familiar. people you love, people you have failed to save, people swallowed up by the dirt - they are judging you. they are disgusted. guilty, guilty, guilty. and there was not even a defense against it. you know. you know that you are worthless. you feel it.]
[and the sky changes again, and it grows dark. it’s not the pale grey any longer - it is like the darkest night has suddenly descended. the few sort of wispy clouds in the sky come together to form this wild spiral shape immediately overhead, and those four stone statues, they lean way down now, and they bring their stone-wrought, motionless faces into view. they look directly at you. and one speaks, once more.]
The three of you will fall short of glories. So it is known and so it has always been known. Our judgement is decided.
[and then? you can't breathe. the grit forms into stone, and it fills your mouth, and throat, and lungs, and you know, with a certain sort of horror, that you yourself are drowning in concrete. you are becoming stone, your hands and feet going numb, your eyesight fading and your hearing a tinny, horrible ringing until...
there is nothing. sylvain, estelle, and diluc are dead.
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Sylvain...
[There's dread in her eyes when she looks back up at the statues.]
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he looks away and shakes his head, before glancing at estelle. who will be next...he looks up at the statues. ]
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[the statues, however - there's just a small nod, from one of them. the grit in the room shifts - and now estelle's mouth is free, though sylvain and diluc cannot speak well through the chewy cement gags.
... and then a voice speaks to estelle.]
Estellise Sidos Heurassein.
You have spent most of your life in luxury, fed with a silver spoon. You have lived idle and ignorant of the suffering around you, and even still, you wanted more. Your circumstances were leaps and bounds better than every man, woman, and child who lived in squalor and despair below you, and you still found the audacity to long for something different, though you made no steps to reach for it. And despite your inability to choose, you are stubborn to a fault, refusing to bend even if it would make those around you breathe easier.
Your sins are Sloth, Envy, and Pride. How do you plead?
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She hangs her head, and answers quietly.]
Guilty.
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diluc steadies himself. ]
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and again - the gags shift. estelle and sylvain now are not allowed to speak plainly.]
Diluc Ragnvindr.
Ever have you been an angry man. The burning in your heart and the contrast of the the weakness of your mortal body led to the death of your father, his blood on your hands. Your grief led you to a path away from the law. Your fury and your ego have impeded justice, many times - the law itself cannot act because you have decided your judgement is superior to theirs. Who are you to decide who is good and who is evil? And furthermore... you have allowed for another to take your place, punished for a crime they did not commit.
Your sins are Wrath, Pride, and Despair. What do you plead?
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he's had conversations with others, during their time at the hotel, about the idea of vengeance and what kind of justice that'd bring...it's not his path, anymore. he's done his fair share of raging and tearing places/people apart. he's tired...so tired.
when his eyes open, they are set on the figure and his shoulders rolled back. sitting up as straight as he can manage in the restraints. ]
Guilty.
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and then there is silence, for a moment, as the figure in the veil watches them. there is silence, and then there is not silence. there is a cacophonous chorus of whispers, in all four of the justices's voices. you can't make out what they're saying, but the voices... they sound familiar. people you love, people you have failed to save, people swallowed up by the dirt - they are judging you. they are disgusted. guilty, guilty, guilty. and there was not even a defense against it. you know. you know that you are worthless. you feel it.]
Sylvain Jose Gautier, Estellise Sidos Heurassein, and Diluc Ragnvindr, our providence has witnessed your past deeds and found you wanting.
[and the sky changes again, and it grows dark. it’s not the pale grey any longer - it is like the darkest night has suddenly descended. the few sort of wispy clouds in the sky come together to form this wild spiral shape immediately overhead, and those four stone statues, they lean way down now, and they bring their stone-wrought, motionless faces into view. they look directly at you. and one speaks, once more.]
The three of you will fall short of glories. So it is known and so it has always been known. Our judgement is decided.
[and then? you can't breathe. the grit forms into stone, and it fills your mouth, and throat, and lungs, and you know, with a certain sort of horror, that you yourself are drowning in concrete. you are becoming stone, your hands and feet going numb, your eyesight fading and your hearing a tinny, horrible ringing until...
there is nothing. sylvain, estelle, and diluc are dead.
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