[he expects it. he knows magilou well enough to know that the second they stepped foot outside of that hut, her heart would close off enough that she could do this without shattering. he's already seen this in her, after all. and while that's sad in a sense—he understands it. he thinks no less of magilou for that sentiment and allows her to approach this in the way she needs to, for both their sakes.]

Mm.

[gaze hardening again, he looks out to the remaining faces and speaks with resolve. it's not wallowing or full of pity, nor is it commanding. it's merely someone who has something to say. even though he knows this farce, this game will end just a few minutes after he does—they're things that need to be said.]

I don't look for forgiveness. I'm ready to atone for the crimes I've committed and answer to the pain I've caused everyone, both dead and alive.

[he closes his eyes for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath before steeling himself again. no matter how temporary it may be, looking death in the eye is pretty terrifying.]

But just know that every bond is precious. Not just between me and everyone I spoke to, but all of you, for each other. Remember that we all cared. That we all wanted the best outcome, even though we had to cause each other pain, and suffer through lies, betrayals and deaths to get there.

...We'll be okay. All of us. Treasure the efforts you put forth, the friendships you've made—because those feelings will outlive the pain.

[well. sometimes he has to be a protagonist that comes from a game where the strength of bonds matters, right?

with another breath, he looks back to magilou, and more quietly:]

I have one last thing to say to you, too. Come a little closer. [or if she refuses, he'll step closer to her, but he'd prefer she grant this last request of his, because what he has to say is just as important.]