[Throughout the entire ordeal, Clair was silent. It was the kind of silence often caused by disbelief. Yomiel kill someone? That was insane. He'd made it this far without snapping. Hell, she'd lost it more times than he had. She slammed Ashley against the wall. She almost murdered Betrayus. And during the week of the first motive, she'd almost considered going along with it. But she didn't. And Yomiel didn't. He was one of the strongest people she knew. Oh sure, he was obviously smart enough to pull it off, and yeah he had a lot of secrets, but all that was true for the entirety of this past month and yet nothing came of it.
...so why? Why now? Why when she finally started caring about him, did he have to cave in? Why? WhywhywhywhwhywhywhywhyWHY????
There are no tears. Not yet, at least. But they were coming. Every inch of her face gave that away. She didn't care that he'd killed people in his past. Maybe she should have, but....right now, all she can think of is this very moment. What he'd done to her, Ashley, and everyone else.]
You think that's easy?
[Her hands grip the podium like its Monobear's neck; tightly and as if she was trying to choke it. Of course, her hands wouldn't be shaking nearly this much.]
Let me let you in on a little something, Yomiel. Even if you did kill people, even if you were dead, and even if you make yourself look like some mustache-twirling villain...do you honestly think that's going to change how I feel? That it's just going make me suddenly okay with killing you? Because if so, then let me make things perfectly clear...
[Her hand slams down on the podium hard, enough to injure her hand. But the tears streaming down her face aren't from the pain. At least, not the pain caused from that.]
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[Throughout the entire ordeal, Clair was silent. It was the kind of silence often caused by disbelief. Yomiel kill someone? That was insane. He'd made it this far without snapping. Hell, she'd lost it more times than he had. She slammed Ashley against the wall. She almost murdered Betrayus. And during the week of the first motive, she'd almost considered going along with it. But she didn't. And Yomiel didn't. He was one of the strongest people she knew. Oh sure, he was obviously smart enough to pull it off, and yeah he had a lot of secrets, but all that was true for the entirety of this past month and yet nothing came of it.
...so why? Why now? Why when she finally started caring about him, did he have to cave in? Why? WhywhywhywhwhywhywhywhyWHY????
There are no tears. Not yet, at least. But they were coming. Every inch of her face gave that away. She didn't care that he'd killed people in his past. Maybe she should have, but....right now, all she can think of is this very moment. What he'd done to her, Ashley, and everyone else.]
You think that's easy?
[Her hands grip the podium like its Monobear's neck; tightly and as if she was trying to choke it. Of course, her hands wouldn't be shaking nearly this much.]
Let me let you in on a little something, Yomiel. Even if you did kill people, even if you were dead, and even if you make yourself look like some mustache-twirling villain...do you honestly think that's going to change how I feel? That it's just going make me suddenly okay with killing you? Because if so, then let me make things perfectly clear...
[Her hand slams down on the podium hard, enough to injure her hand. But the tears streaming down her face aren't from the pain. At least, not the pain caused from that.]
IT WON'T.