To trust or not to trust | Lowell | Chapter 3 | Monotheater | RE: Execution Reaction, Mika, ATTN: Junpei
(What was she trying to prove here?)
Lowell grimaced as Shinobu started to reprimand them, as if she had any right to do so whilst excusing her own actions with her past. As if she knew what any of them had gone through in their life, hah, so much for trying to understand others, huh--
Was she trying to cash in some pity for revealing her life story? Did she really think that she would be forgiven for what she’d done if she was just sorry enough? Was she actually attempting to guilt-trip them, to make them feel bad for not thanking her for her sacrifice? For not liking her with that kind of attitude that she displayed during her stay here? Did she simply assume that everyone would believe her just like that?
(Humans were surprisingly good at faking their emotions and using that to manipulate others.)
(However, she sounded so genuine--)
(Don’t they always sound like that, only to turn out to be the absolute worst--)
Don’t judge a cover by its book.
Even if he wanted to say something, there was simply not enough time, as Shinobu had been already dragged off to her execution. He only lasted until the first bullet, before he looked away. There was no point in watching someone’s cruel demise - especially when it was the murderer of your friend, circumstances be damned--
(Funny, really, when he considered that--)
(... Let’s not go there. Ever.)
After the execution was over, Lowell was about to head straight to the elevator, away from all these people here, but as if to call on his empathy, his thoughts steered itself to Junpei’s direction. Although he hadn’t said anything, he certainly did agree with most of the points he made. However, that wasn’t important right now, as the poor guy didn’t look like as if he would manage to get to his room by himself.
Sighing quietly, Lowell made his way to the other’s podium and asked him in a concerned tone:”Hey, Wakatsuki. Want me to carry you to your room? You, uh... really don’t look too hot.”
Suddenly, Mika stormed off to confront Suji and Lowell stared at her in surprise, taken aback by how daring she was. When Mei came in and planted the publicist against the floor, Lowell was already taking a step forward, ready to get the maid off the girl.
Fortunately, Mika was let go only a moment later, but his blood was boiling by how those two dared to absolve themself from any guilt in that matter. As if their rage towards them wasn’t justified.
“... I hope Karma ain’t gonna spare you one bit when the time will come, you lying, fucking scumbags.”
He hissed, his tone holding nothing but malice towards their supposed caretakers. God, he couldn’t even describe how much he loathed those two (and he definitely needed to burn that goddamn Mei charm for good).
Lowell turned his gaze to Mika, his expression looking more concerned now, but it was clear that he probably held a lot of anger back about... everything, really.
“Hey Aso, you alright? That fucking bitch didn’t hurt you too bad, yeah?”
If it weren’t for Junpei being so sick and in dire need of someone to be there for him, he would’ve rushed to Mika’s side. Hopefully, someone else could look after her - and as much as he doesn’t like her on a personal level, it would be good for Umika to check her for any possible lasting effects of that display.
