Final Words // Orianthe // ur fuckin' dead kid
The verdict was in. All eyes were on the tiny philanthropist. She was in disbelief and so, so afraid; how did they see through her alibi? The prospect of dying horribly like all the other murderers, dying just like a monster... It set her trembling and clenching the stamen of her flower. She had to make things right, she had to-! Her throat clenched around and stifled the voice that would ordinarily be gentle and wind chime-sweet.
"Je suis- v-vous avez- I- I-! Ce n'est pas juste!! I am innocent, I am innocent-! Something was wrong, I- I am not at fault- I- I am pure-!! It was not- I... Je n'ai pas méchanceté!! S'ils vous plait!! I am-! I-!!" Coughs overcame the futile pleas, racking Orianthe's tiny, tiny body. With a whimper the willpower used to hold back her tears gave way. She couldn't stop the storm of salt water. "It wasn't... I... I never meant for Eago, too... Forgive me, Skye, my friend, ma bonbon belle, Forgive me, everyone..."
She heaved herself to her feet again, leaning on her flower for support. Her voice was more measured now, her words clear and deliberate. "My apology. I never... I would never want anyone to see me like this. I have not done well as the ideal, as a humanitarian. I can only wish that how I have done can forgive my horrible section and slay the selfish monster somewhat..."
"Please, my friends, we are good people. We are moral, and this, it is not the faults of us. Believe in all, believe in us... and we will make it through. Not me myself, no, but you. Skye, Karen, Soren, Goro, everyone, please succeed. Find who is behind this, and tear the metaphor Bastille apart, brick by brick. Win. For the good of all."
Her speech delivered, Orianthe bowed her head. "I accept my fate. Let it be over now."
"For the good of all."











