Week 0, Friday Post-Investigation - Waver

[fragileprophet]

[What happened? The question rings through the throbbing in his skull. He leans against the entrance to the dining hall and sighs, frustrated and sorrowful. Someone died, and he was found in here, unconscious? Why? What was the purpose?]

I just don't understand.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe he's not meant to understand. Maybe it's really nothing at all. Maybe he's searching for answers that don't exist. Still...someone is dead, today. Someone that another one among them held dear. It's a tragedy, and he feels like a sham sitting down and avoiding it just because he's not feeling well.]

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[fragileprophet]

I don't know if I'd use the word shameful. I think...I think it's just so sad.

[A hand falls over his heart.]

To resolve yourself to do something of that nature...to want something so terribly, it must hurt.