[week six - monday]

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[ As she'll do most of this week, she spends most of this day in the kitchen. Sticking with the theme of soup and soup-related items, as has been her wont, today she seems to be working on some kind of pasta. Pluto is with her, dozing curled up on the floor safely out of her way.

At least, until Percy comes wandering in. She'll look up, quietly nervous at his appearance but ready to try a smile, and then .... actually takes him in. Whatever she sees makes her expression blank out into surprise. ]

... hey, Percy. [ Gentle, with a slight furrow in her brow. ] ... why don't you sit down? I was about to make something.

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[ She works on her pasta, tossing in all the little things that will make the sauce actually taste good. She's gotten great at following recipes; she could never figure this stuff out on her own, but following a recipe, she's found, is a lot like following orders. Just pay attention to the instructions, carry them out, and you'll be fine. Just don't mess it up.

He gets a quiet hum for his thoughts. ]

Yeah. It is. A lot of people here that I trusted turned out to be...

[ She thinks of Chane, and Seizaburo, Sara and Russell, and what they all turned out to be. What they'd all, one way or another, done. ]

... not what I expected, [ is her soft conclusion. ] It's given me a lot to think about. Like what it really means to believe in your friends.

[hydrokinetics]

[He's mostly focused on his breathing, keeping himself calm and awake and alert enough to keep talking. This is too important for him to leave alone, he thinks.]

...it's a skill you have to learn after a while. Deciding who to trust, I mean. Annabeth used to get on my case about trusting too easily, but--[His words catch in his throat suddenly. 'But the one she trusted the most turned out to be the enemy.'

No. That isn't what Xion wants to hear.] What kind of conclusion did you come to with that? Call me curious.

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[ His complete fatigue is not going unnoticed. It is part of why she is still making this pasta.

He should eat. If she fails to take good care of herself, she can't imagine what Percy's like.

For a long moment his question gets no response. She just keeps building her pasta right in the pot, sauce and all. Which she shouldn't do, but it's a little easier this way. ]

Actually, I talked to Noctis about it. He kind of got on my case about it. [ With a faint, fond sort of sheepishness. ] I decided... I'd keep believing in my friends, no matter what. If we don't trust each other, we won't have anything left. Besides, I've always thought from the very beginning...

[ She starts stirring her pot. Mixing all the ingredients together, letting the heat of the pasta soften anything still fresh. It smells pretty good. ]

... that we were all forced into this. Nothing that's happened is really justice. So, even if it's one of my friends doing something horrible... we aren't being given much of a choice. It doesn't really make things better, but it does help me remember whose fault it really is.

[hydrokinetics]

[Maybe if he just...closes his eyes. Pretends he's at home. Pretends it's Sally in the kitchen making dinner. He's home from school. He didn't get kicked out yet. Paul will be home soon.

It's a nice dream, anyway.]

Noctis sometimes does that. [There's a smirk at the faint memory of Noctis having a somewhat similar conversation with him.] Pretty sure you and me feel the same way about that. I'd rather keep my friends than push them away because I wasn't sure I could trust them.

[The pasta does smell good, he'll admit. But he's quiet.] ...you heard what Sara said, didn't you? Hal didn't really give her a choice. It doesn't make things better, but being able to trust and forgive in some instances is going to be what keeps us from going insane. Not that this place isn't designed for that, but who says we're going to let it win?

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Yeah. I heard her.

[ ... ]

It's like ... maybe he's run out of people who really will do it for fun, so he's started blackmailing us into doing what he wants. [ so, so bitter. ] We won't let him win, Percy. There's no way that'll happen.

[ The pasta, she is done. Using a towel to grab the pot, Xion carries it over to the counter, then sets it down atop that towel. Then she'll hobble off to get some bowls, because she said she didn't want his help, darnit, and she ain't taking it. ]

[hydrokinetics]

I'm thinking the same thing. But you're right. We won't let him win. It's why we really have to stick close and start figuring out a back-up plan if one of us is chosen as a Bandit. [He hates this conversation. Part of him still wants to help, but she told him not to. So he stays.]

Any ideas?

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... we can win without killing, can't we?

[ She's brought the bowls back. Using her spoon, she doles out some pasta into each one. Just one she'll pick up, and move towards Percy to hand it to him. ]

If one of us gets chosen, I think we'll have to work really quickly to figure out who the other bandit is, and convince them not to kill. If we can get through a weekend without killing... if everyone refuses...

[ It's a long shot with so little preparation, but it's the best she's got. ]

[hydrokinetics]

I think so. [The bowl's taken with a nod of thanks...but it also sits between his elbows on the table. His stomach turns again, but it's a nice gesture.]

You don't think Hal chooses Bandits together? I've always wondered about that. The only problem is the independent parties, too. We'd have to keep everybody together to make sure nobody kills on Thursdays.