[Wow shut up Rapture he knows what he's doing! Poland will copy down the tarot reading in his own journal-- since they actually are kind of acccurate-- and unlocks the desk drawer to look inside.]
[the desk is as neat as just about everything else. there are more sheets of paper inside and a couple other bunches of flowers, less ornately arranged than the desk ones. it's clear that these ones were picked much earlier than the ones on the desk; while they are not as dried out as Minatsuki's from week 2, they have wilted a fair amount.
the letter opener and pocket knife are also inside. the initialed handkerchief is folded neatly beneath them; none of the items look used. as Kaoru was a member of the chloroform disposal brigade, the vial of chloroform was dumped and tossed weeks ago.
Poland's great closet adventure will end anticlimactically; he will not find anything weird or bloody or bullethole-y. the clothing seems to be organized with unworn or less frequently worn pieces to the left and more frequently worn ones to the right.]
[ The knife and letter opener are still there and look like they haven't been moved for a long awhile. The chloroform bottle, now empty, is carelessly tossed closer toward the front. ]
The truth has come out. All of the evidence has been revealed. The only cause of any remaining doubts is Stilinski's wrong-headed conviction that I am somehow incapable of this act...
I could insist that was true. I could confess I was at the scene, but only to prevent Rapture or Kaoru Nagumo from discovery. I could, I could.
But I refuse to win on the basis of such naked sentimentality. I will win on my own merits and skill, or I will lose. But I will not pretend to be someone other than who I am. I will not pretend I am one incapable of resigning another to death. I will not pretend I am worthy of such faith.
I suspected Beat of his plot and made my way to the scene, my decision made. I desired the power over life and death for myself, and could not allow it to fall into the hands of another. Beat had challenged May, and was attempting to kill her. Without my interference, she would be dead, so it would be no betrayal of my values to allow her to be executed in my place.
I challenged Beat. Oh, the battle we fought. There are few in this place who are any match for me, but his power unleashed was indeed sublime. Hah...had he been the victor, it would have been a most interesting trial, considering his need to kill May as well to silence her. But I prevailed. I cleaned the scene as best I could, as I would be unable to claim the power I sought unless May was executed in my place. I put the kunai in his chest. Then, I arrived back on the scene in a timely manner to prevent the toll of the clock from revealing how many had been present at the scene.
Ahahaha. Oh, that power would have been sweet indeed...but I gambled and have failed. I accept defeat.
Whatever made Beat the way he did. He was clearly not himself when he was attacking May, there has to be something that turned him into something like that, right? Or even accounts of seeing one of us four walking from the chapel to the manor.
[Poland tries the books in case there's anything hiding in them. Like pages cut out to hide a gun or something.]
Either you believe he didn't or you believe he did, there's like really no in between about it. So. If he could never have done it and you really believe that, then that's end of it.
If he can't prove his innocence himself, you have to.
[ Poland will appreciate Rapture's meticulous care toward her clothing. All her dresses are neatly aligned without a single crease and her shoes hardly have a speck of dirt in sight — though they do share the regular wear and tear that shoes obtain upon their usage. The only ones that seem to have any dirt on them are a pair of heeled sandals, which were used in warmer weather to traverse between the manor and the courtyard for sunbathing. Though, it looks like they haven't been worn for a few weeks now.
An empty hanger stands where the outfit she is wearing today would be.
Even the missing curtain is hung neatly on the far right end. Her costume from last week is also there. The witches hat is placed neatly in one of the corners as to not be crushed. ]
And then, of course, you moved the body in front of the altar and left the pool of blood intact so it would be obvious that it had been tampered with. You also slit Beat's throat because why not just add more injuries that May couldn't have inflicted while you were at it? Immediately afterwards on the same day, you specifically drew attention to your missing bandage when I hadn't even asked about it, and now you've decided to reveal to everyone without prompting that the gonne was yours.
Well, it's a good thing we're all so brilliant; crime solved on the first day. This is a record.
I would never do such a thing! Even if I could construct a functional gun without any gunpowder, why would I wish to kill Beat or frame Mr. Gundam or Miss Rapture when they have all been such kind people? If I was going to target or frame anyone for this week's murder, it would have been you!
[The wardrobe's as neat as the rest of the room. May carries all her weapons around with her, so there's nothing in the pockets. One of the dresses hanging up is torn and bloodstained along the shoulder.]
Ahaha. You still do not believe, but only because you are caught in your own assumptions.
With what would I have cleaned up the blood? My bandages were my undoing...the only other cloth I had was my clothing, which surely would have been even more difficult to dispose of? I disguised the scene with what I had available.
It was necessary, of course, to disguise that the true wound was in the shoulder. I had to make a fatal wound that would appear to be caused by the kunai, so I made the throat wound. After all, May would likely remember the trajectory of the kunai was not towards the chest...so the throat wound was clearly necessary.
[Anger flashes across his face, but he swallows it.]
They are blameless in this.
Even...even if I am despised, surely there are those here who would see that they are fed. Even if I die despised, your hatred has nothing to do with them...
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