SIXTH TRIAL

[splitaseam]

[The whole trial thing must feel like the norm to everyone right now, and one can't help but wonder if this will keep happening until everyone has died.

There are three new epitaphs for Star Butterfly, Maui, and Fiddleford.

Here lies Star Butterfly
One of our most toughest girls
Went out with a pretty twirl

Here lies Maui
Claimed to be a great demigod
But it turns out he was a fraud

Here lies Fiddleford McGucket
He tried to wipe his mind
And ended up getting left behind

Well you all know what to do by now, huh?]

Don't spare any of the gory details.

Comments

[whistlenotchirp]

...Yes, that's right. [If you're gonna be like that.]

[kindaruledatit]

....Do you have a conscience, Jiminy?

[She asks it straight out, no anger in her tone.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[his hand are shaking so hard.]

D-don't you give me that. Don't you give me that! The stars themselves told me I was a conscience! That I was... [He chokes on it.] special. And y-you can't-

You can't know what you're talking about!

[sixfingeredstan]

Answer her. Now.

[kindaruledatit]

...You're right, I probably can't. [Shrugs.] I mean, I'm not some kind of conscience, chosen by a blue fairy for anything like that.

But, I have a conscience, you know? I can figure out right from wrong.

I just... want to know if you do too.

[whistlenotchirp]

I... I...

[He pulls down the brim of his hat, hiding his eyes.]

What do you think.

[kindaruledatit]

[....]

It must... feel bad, huh?

[God, this has been an awful day.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Its a long quiet.]

...I'm Pinocchio's conscience.

He's the one I need to help.

[kindaruledatit]

...So then who's gonna help you?

[whistlenotchirp]

Next question.

[kindaruledatit]

[A small, slightly shuddering sigh.]

I wouldn't ask if I didn't care.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He flinches, hiding more beneath his hat.]

...I know dear. I know.

[kindaruledatit]

....I'm glad.

[And it looks like they're back to this then.]