GAME OVER (S██'s Palace)

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[prozaic]

[Holds out his hand.]

Let me take that off of your hands.

[speedingticket]

[ Rutile looks at the gun, looks at Shalem's extended hand, looks at his face, and gently places it there.

He won't let go yet, though. He looks up at Shalem, his eyes pleading. ]

...Please try not to kill anyone.

[ He knows the violence at the circus was...specific, and he knows this is part of the game, but still. ]

[prozaic]

In a game of chance, there's no guarantee. But the chances of killing someone goes higher the longer it plays out.

[speedingticket]

[ He studies Shalem for a moment longer, and...

He lets go. Shalem can have the gun. ]

I can't die...

[ He whispers this to himself, mostly. ]