foolishmortals | FIFTH TRIAL

[As always, the elevator makes it’s journey once again to the club, and John’s voice can once again be heard.]

Cornelia Hale, she…

[But he trails off, soon interrupted by that same distorted voice.]

Y͘o͢u ͞r͘͝ea͏̧͟l͟ly̵ ̡dò͟n̕’t̛͞ ̵̡h́͢͟a̵̡͠v͘͞e͢ ̛t҉͟o̧ ͡do͘ ̸̵i͘t͏ ̛̀t̢͝h̸̸̵i͢͝͏ś͏ ̡̀t̴͝i̴͘m҉̷e͢,̸̀ ͝͠J͠o̸h̸͏n̴̢.̡

I know, but-

I̧t͜͡’͢s̢̢ ̀rȩal̀̕͝ly̶̢ ̴f̵̶͏i̸̕n͏͜e̡͞.҉̢͠

[At that, the elevator doors open once again to the Tip Top Club. With Ursula, Kylo Ren, and Cornelia’s photo’s now in grayscale, the room is starting to look a lot bigger now that so few people are still alive. John is still here, but he is very noticeably sitting further away from the tables sitting in front of the stage. He smiles when the guests enter, but it seems a little off. It’s hard to tell if all the death of innocent people is wearing on him or if he is just genuinely afraid of you guys.]

Feel free to take as much time as you want. I'll be right here if you have any questions.