week 4 - caren - saturday, post-trial

[completelycrazy]

[As soon as Newt is able to catch Caren alone, he taps her on the shoulder and waves for her to follow him into the bookstore. Time for some privacy.

He's too fried from the trial to waste any time. So:]

You asked Max to send a hint to a trustworthy Player about the identity of a Reaper, didn't you?

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[sexorcism]

[She continues to hold his hand until she's ready to let go, at which point she'll easily claps her hands back together again.]

Time, I fear, was not on our side this week. More so than normal, that is. There's so much I think we might have known, if only we had a few more days. I wish I had more concrete answers to leave behind in my death.

There's something strange about the game we're being expected to play here and the outcome the Reapers desire. I am not a vengeful person, but rather than all Reapers, I am currently more disavowing of the group inclined to kill us. At least one of them acts as though killing is such a hardship, and yet, we keep on dying.