Week 7: Thursday

[disclosures]

[Guess what kiddo, it's letter time.

She's already made it into Akechi's room, knocking at his door. The glass figurine has been with her this whole time, but she can't justify leaving it somewhere while it screams and begs for help.]

Goro, did you get mail?

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[doublecrows]

[he doesn't answer]

[but she'll notice, right then, that he brought with him his jar of yellow ink. a jar that he eventually holds out for her to take]

. . . then it's only natural that out of all of them, you're the only one I'd trust with this.

[disclosures]

[Her eyes widen as she looks to the jar and then at Akechi.]

You want me to take this?

[doublecrows]

I do.

[he'll show her his own letter in a moment. first things come first]

I don't particularly trust myself to use it in a satisfactory manner.

[disclosures]

What do you think I'm going to do with this?

[Okay, she'll take it. If Akechi doesn't think he can be trusted with it then she has to be the responsible adult, doesn't she?]

[doublecrows]

Hold onto it, and decide best how to use it.

[she does!! she is the only other Historian here besides himself. he wants her to have it]

I'd avoid giving it to the Crafters, though. They'll have their own ink by the time this is all over. These three pots are for us, and us alone.

[disclosures]

They already have all the ink that's been spilled so far because of all the Narrators.

[She looks at the bottle, is this... a person sized about of ink?]

I'll at least tell Cardia. I don't think anybody will target her.

[doublecrows]

. . . I think that's a wise idea. Likely, Belph-san and Sanji-san have already told her about their own ink pots.

[he nods]

If anyone targets her, then they're fools. She's the reason our partnerless haven't died.

[disclosures]

Yeah. Not that I think everybody knows that.

[While she feels pretty good about Cardia's chances of making out of this week, she's not so sure about her own chances or Akechi's.

Especially not Akechi's.

So she goes on her tiptoes and pulls him into a hug.]

Hey... whatever happens tomorrow, I love you.