( week 4 ) sunday afternoon, jay

[wristbands]

[as soon as they're back at the motel after the execution, chie wastes no time in tracking down jay. normally she'd pull him, but her hand is full—literally, despite her act of defiance at the pool, she went and got a slice of meat lover's anyway—so that's out of the question.

instead, she, uh, taps his shoulder with her stump. in a hushed, hurried tone—obscured by both her attempt to stay unheard and also the pizza in her mouth—she mutters,]

We gotta talk. My room. Ten minutes.

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[ninjay]

I don't want to think they're dead, but... we can at least expect that they won't be okay.

[ most likely injured somehow. he glances at chie's missing hand.

he knows that the twins have gone through a lot back home, but... they're twelve. ]

[wristbands]

[at least jay and chie are in their late teens.]

God. I hate this place, and the fact that we can't do anything about it.

[ninjay]

There could still be a way to beat it, Chie. We just have to find it.

[ he's frowning though. ]

[wristbands]

Like what? Whenever someone disappears, if they come back alive, it usually isn't whole.

[case in point, as she brandishes her stump.]

[ninjay]

I don't mean find it like that. It's... [ he trails off, thinking. ]

Not everything has to be black and white.

[wristbands]

...

What do you mean?

[ninjay]

Just that there might be more going on here than we're realizing.

[ he doesn't seem like he knows what though. (lol) ]