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THIRD TRIAL
[Ashley Blair, the SHSL Witch-in-Training, is dead. She's had her life snuffed out, but how and why? It's a murder both mysterious and menacing.
Portraits of Betrayus and Ashley, depicted in monochrome coloring, stand at their podiums. But more importantly, the courtroom this time is an exact and functional replica of the Eggman Factory. If only for the evidence they'll never be able to move...
Will they be able to use this evidence to find the truth? Or will the culprit's confusing conundrum get the best of them?
10 students remain.]

[Let the class trial in the murder of Ashley Blair...begin.]
Portraits of Betrayus and Ashley, depicted in monochrome coloring, stand at their podiums. But more importantly, the courtroom this time is an exact and functional replica of the Eggman Factory. If only for the evidence they'll never be able to move...
Will they be able to use this evidence to find the truth? Or will the culprit's confusing conundrum get the best of them?
10 students remain.]

[Let the class trial in the murder of Ashley Blair...begin.]

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[Oh, you are not playing this game with him, Clair. He steps out from behind his podium to walk towards her.]
Don't you dare think about that.
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[Her brows furrow, changing her blank expression to one of rage.]
What I do with my life is my own choice. Even if you stop me here, I'll just attack the bear and force him to execute me.
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...Though, I'd love to see you try! We're gonna need to see some more bloodshed around here anyway, why not get a jumpstart on it?
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[He finally reaches her podium, standing to it's side. However, he's tense, as if ready to launch himself forward.]
This is my death, damn it, I'm...I can't be responsible for another woman I love dying because of ME!
[And he, without warning, launches himself forward to tackle her to the ground.]
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Maybe you should have thought of that before you killed Ashley!
[Kneeing him in the gut.]
If we didn't find out who killed her, I would have wound up dead anyway, along with everyone else! Would that have been more preferable?
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[He'll let out an "oof" at that hit, though he's just going to give her a really awkward and tight hug around her waist and not let go.]
There's no need to kill yourself because of me, Clair, there's no point!
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[Before Yomiel got her in a hug, Clair managed to scramble upwards, near the podium. Her fingers are digging tightly into the top of it, arms desperately trying to pull herself up with the added weight and awkward position.]
And besides, this isn't just about you! I'm sick of people I care about dying! I'm tired of trying in vain to find a way out of this place! I've watched this game go on long enough, so now it's time for me to step out of it!
[Continuing to pull herself up. Her hand lunges for the button, but she's not close enough. Ugg, just a few more inches and she can press it...]
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This isn't the way to step out of it, you idiot! I'm not going to allow you to...!
[And before she can protest, he cuts himself off, bending down to capture her lips in a kiss.]
[It's the best way he can distract her from what she's trying to do.]
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By that time, she's already broken. She clings to Yomiel, breaking away from the kiss and burying her head in his neck.]
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[He sighs. He can't go back. There's no magic time-traveling powers that can make him reverse things and redo it all over again. What happened, happened.]
It'll be over soon.
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[She doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. Doesn't he get it? Everything being over soon is exactly what she's afraid of. Before coming here, she turn away friendships. Turned away getting close to people. She focused on improving herself and beating Lance. Becoming the best. Living up to her clan's name.
Now here, in this hellhole, she has friends. Friends who keep leaving her. Who keep dying. Opening her heart made life here tolerable, but she can't take it being broken over and over again. She thought she was strong. Powerful. A role model. Now? She's shown what she truly is: weak.
The tears do stop, though. She gets up without a word and just...stands there. Distant. Not really looking at anything. It's already over now.]