Day 7 - afternoon

[pandatrash]

[After the execution, there's... nothing. The raccoons exit the stage, and the rest of you are free to do the same. The only update on your tablet reads: "You've been good, so we're going to give you the rest of the day off!"]

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Reminder: Tomorrow, I'll put up something fun for anybody who is going to be around and playing, but there will be NO MURDERS or activity checks this week.))

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[piertotumlocomotor]

[This is a rather pitiful image. Dragons aren't creatures McGonagall had imagined could be grieving like this, but there it is. Or maybe it has something to do with how this is Corrin, if what Dazai said is true.

She approaches, getting her guard up just in case]

...staying there will only make you feel worse. Please stand up, prince.

[She sounds patience, and as calming as she can be]

[chosemyfate]

...

[ If it had been anyone else, he would have turned his head and stayed laying there near Niles' door. But he couldn't find it in him to refuse McGonagall. Maybe it was the patient tone in her voice and not scolding him for throwing away his pride as a prince to grieve. Or maybe it's because he has little to no energy to put up a fight. ]

Can't feel any worse than I already do, but...

[he listens, even if the small gray-white dragon took his sweet time getting up on all fours. He'll even shift into human form again, so you will now see a white haired man in front of you, looking disheveled and drained.

Niles' cloak looked like a blanket on/around the small dragon, so after shifting... The cloak draped over his shoulders still looked big on him. ]

[piertotumlocomotor]

[You definitely don't look well at all, Corrin. McGonagall starts walking, beckoning him to follow her]

I am sorry for your loss. Did you know Mr. Niles for long?

[chosemyfate]

[Corrin kinda stood there for a split second in a daze because he is that fatigued. And he won't be getting sleep anytime soon. He then manages to follow after her and step by her side as they walked. ]

He has been my younger brother's retainer for a long time, but I only met him not too long after my brother ordered him to aid me in my battles to come. But he's someone I've come to want to protect with my life.

....And I couldn't even do that. For him or for my brother. [This last part was more to himself than to Minerva.]

[piertotumlocomotor]

It's not your fault. That was his choice, and...I'm sure in any other situation he wouldn't have taken this decision.

[She enters the kitchen, starting to make tea for two. Hot beverages are rather helpful when you're feeling down, Corrin]

At the end of the day, the blame falls on our captors, for leading to this death in the first place. Please don't blame Mr. Niles or even yourself.