[hello. she's so angry, the vibes are rancid, but hopefully mizu can understand that.]
You know, none of us know whether or not you're just - possessed by some uncontrollable impulse to corndog everyone. Would it really kill you to let someone check you at some point?
[she's not exactly angry about this, but it is occurring her now that she's angry that it's kind of annoying.]
Suspicion always falls upon me. I share the same measurements as many of our number.
[the 170cm range is hecking cursed, actually.]
But I invite you to consider the ridiculous inanity of admitting to having a bruise that I specifically got from murdering someone. At their murder trial.
There's not much to tie you to this one. [it would have been nice to rule him out, but there's not much to make it seem like he did it.] But that might not always be true.
We can die twice, as you well know, and it counts.
[somehow it both does and doesn't surprise her to see that reaction. of course he doesn't know, but surely someone has tried to tell him before. or maybe they're afraid of him.]
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week three, saturday.
shadowheart can catch mizu heading back to the mansion. nods at her when they happen to cross paths. hello.]
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You know, none of us know whether or not you're just - possessed by some uncontrollable impulse to corndog everyone. Would it really kill you to let someone check you at some point?
[she's not exactly angry about this, but it is occurring her now that she's angry that it's kind of annoying.]
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but mizu is also raising an eyebrow at shadowheart and just staring at her unmoved, like. okay. go off, i guess.]
I value my privacy. I have no plans of giving it up just because someone else made a bad decision involving corndogs.
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[like, there are many reasons someone could have for that, and she's not going to say it isn't valid without knowing.]
And I'm sure you think you can survive whatever fallout there may be, if suspicion were to fall upon you, and I genuinely hope you're right.
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[the 170cm range is hecking cursed, actually.]
But I invite you to consider the ridiculous inanity of admitting to having a bruise that I specifically got from murdering someone. At their murder trial.
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[it wouldn't make sense, he could easily just not admit it.]
I don't believe you turned anyone into a corndog. I simply question your strategy.
[it's like daigo insisting it probably wasn't a gun. how is that argument going to save your life if there's no other option.]
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[what strategy?]
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[dropping the aggro a little, just. frowning.]
There's not much to tie you to this one. [it would have been nice to rule him out, but there's not much to make it seem like he did it.] But that might not always be true.
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If it happens, then I assume you'll have much more evidence to accuse me than just relying on injuries that may or may not be there.
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People would care, if you died.
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just stares at her for a moment like being told people would care is the last thing mizu ever expected to hear. ok. well.]
... We're already dead.
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[somehow it both does and doesn't surprise her to see that reaction. of course he doesn't know, but surely someone has tried to tell him before. or maybe they're afraid of him.]
It would matter.
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Regardless... I have no control over what others may chose to do.