chiseler | We drown traitors in shallow water [post t5]

[There are a lot of things Luke could have said about the trial and the way things played out. There's a lot of things Luke could have said about someone like Kazuma fooling all of them and the anger people felt...but he won't. He won't say anything about it to just anyone.

He won't talk about how he gets it. How he knows first-hand what that's like. How he's hardly affected by this at all. It's a pretty fucked up situation, but...over the course of the last week he's come to find there are people on this ship that are a little more delicate and need to be watched over. It's sort of like watching kids back at Camp again before everything went to hell.

Adam Parrish is one of those people. He hadn't stuck around for most of the after trial, but later in the evening he continues to think about the fact that Adam was genuinely upset about the betrayal.

...gods, why did coming back mean having to feel things again? Uggggggh. So maybe he feels bad. And maybe he's a little worried but Adam has other people to look after him, doesn't he? But what if they're busy? What if they also have problems and he's left alone and it turns into bitterness and angst and anger and--

--yeah he doesn't get much time to think on all of that before he finds himself in front of Adam's door. So he pauses, scrubbing a hand over his face before curling his hand into a fist and knocking.]

Parrish, you in there?

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[ The best way to describe Adam after the trial is sulking. There's so much going through his mind that the only way he knows how to process it is by blaming himself. He did his best to defend Kazuma, didn't vote for him, was about to let him get away with it because he was tricked. Because he was stupid and actually trusted that they were friends.

To top it off, his tarot cards are now gone. He wouldn't have killed for them but they were important and entrusted to him and he's failed at that too.

He'd had a routine of talking to Kazuma after trials, comparing notes in his room and trying to figure things out for the next week. Now he doesn't know what to do with himself. He can't trust himself to write decent notes down, so he's just sitting at his desk when he hears the knock. He tenses and thinks to ignore it because there's no way he can handle company, not when he's so angry. He wants to punch something and he knows not to be around people when he feels like that.

But it's Luke. Luke is one of maybe two people he could see at the moment, someone who he thinks is genuine. Of course, that's easy to doubt now. Still, he climbs down his ladder and opens the door, face blank. ]

Hey. Do you need something?

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