( 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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[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) ]