[ Something about this case bothers Ryoko. They all do, of course – whatever face she might put on and however calm she might pretend to be, none of them sit right with her. But something about this one in particular... it's like a pebble in her shoe, the proverbial pea under the mattress that prods and pokes at her head. Like most things, it's enough to give her a headache.
She's been digging her knuckles into her forehead for most of the trial so far, quiet and a little distant as she turns the facts over and over in her head. This whole spectacle is just that – spectacle. It feels so performatively cruel that someone has to be putting on a show here. But who? Those she'd think would be cruel enough to set something like this up wouldn't have the patience – and of those who did, she couldn't imagine them being quite this cruel.
So who could be?
She's letting the troublesome thoughts circle around in her head when she hears Shannon speak up and it breaks through the noise sharply and cleanly, surprisingly so for how quiet Shannon's voice is. Ryoko lets it linger before she speaks up in turn, quiet enough for the others not to hear just yet. ]
continued cw above for the whole thread honestly
She's been digging her knuckles into her forehead for most of the trial so far, quiet and a little distant as she turns the facts over and over in her head. This whole spectacle is just that – spectacle. It feels so performatively cruel that someone has to be putting on a show here. But who? Those she'd think would be cruel enough to set something like this up wouldn't have the patience – and of those who did, she couldn't imagine them being quite this cruel.
So who could be?
She's letting the troublesome thoughts circle around in her head when she hears Shannon speak up and it breaks through the noise sharply and cleanly, surprisingly so for how quiet Shannon's voice is. Ryoko lets it linger before she speaks up in turn, quiet enough for the others not to hear just yet. ]
Have you thought of something, Shannon-san?