It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals rustling in the jungle or skittering on the beach seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The beach as a whole seems to be waiting. It'll soon be obvious what-for.
At this point, the Chiefs have pretty much given up on the whole pit roasting aesthetic and just let whoever's gonna die do their own thing. But they'll show up at the appointed time and Hal glances over at the few stray seagulls perched on trees, watching with beady, greedy eyes before looking to the huts. Then he calls out, louder than naturally possible,
"Execution time, folks! Magilou and Bellamy have been chosen as executioners. Come on down and watch."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he steps to the side and waits.
[ Vriska steps up. She's imperious as ever, tossing her hair over her shoulder and grinning like a shark, her presence and her wild, unbound hair making her seem bigger than she is. ]
Didn't I tell you? I played to win, Hal. Don't forget what you promised me.
[ She gestures loosely with a hand, smile gentling somewhat. ]
[Bellamy steps forward, his face schooled into careful calm. She's being casual about this, and he's going to match her, even as he reaches out to touch her shoulder. If this works—and it should—he's going to see her again in a couple of minutes anyway. This is just a cruel test, and nothing else. Somehow, that doesn't make it much easier.]
Hey. Don't worry. I'll do this the way we talked about.
[ Without a word Vriska stands up on her tiptoes and wraps her arms around his neck, shutting her eyes and smiling slightly. ]
I know. Make it as awesome as I deserve, okay?
[ A quick squeeze and she lets go, turning to face whoever still lives. ]
... you know, I was going to give this whole big speech? I've been thinking about it all night. I gave a big dumb speech when all the Sirens first met up, about how we were going to save everyone on this island. It was a great speech and all the other Sirens can shut up about it! But anyway. You know, at this point? It kind of doesn't matter anymore. I always intended to break my promise to tear the game apart, honestly. I wanted to win. As long as that was enough to get us all through this, that was all that mattered! So I lied and cheated and fucked shit up. It's just kind of my thing.
I'm not a good person, or a hero. But we won. We're finally done with this fucked up stupid pointless game. And that's just kind of that!
[ Vriska pulls her hair back over her shoulders, puffs out a sigh, and nods at Bellamy. ]
Thank you, Bellamy. For everything. I'm ready whenever you are.
[Bellamy listens quietly as she talks, arms crossed. He can't say that revelation is surprising to him. She'd told him she'd do anything to win, after all, but he still sighs. She might be ready, but he's not, not yet. He crouches down to hug her again, much more tightly than the one she'd given him, one hand smoothing down her hair. If Vriska thinks he's going to let her die thinking she's a terrible person, she's dead wrong.]
Screw what anyone else thinks, alright? You saved our asses. I wouldn't have figured this out without you, and then I would have been worthless to Lucina. You did what you had to do.
[ Oh, god, why, with the hugging. Vriska's expression screws up, but thankfully she gets to hide her face in his shoulder. The tears resurface immediately, her bravado falling to pieces around her, but she desperately tries to keep her voice steady when she responds. ]
I own my crimes, Bellamy. I tortured people to death and betrayed friends that trusted me. I don't expect forgiveness for what I've done. I never did, honestly. I know what I am, and what I am is a killer, through and through. Just...
[She's just a kid, is all he can think. Forcing her into this position is just another thing on the long list of awful shit Hal and Pal pulled, and for the millionth time, he wishes he could just shoot them, too.]
You're not, Vriska. You're so much more than that.
[Bellamy gives her one last squeeze before he pulls back, hands still on her shoulders. He knows he's not going to convince her in the next few seconds before they finish this, but he needed to say it anyway. She deserves it.]
[He smiles back, brushing one last tear from her cheek. This is still the worst, but he's proud of her for being brave until the end. He knew she would be.]
I'll see you soon.
[Bellamy finally pulls away fully, pulling the gun from his belt as he steps back. This isn't the way he'd want to do it, not in a million years, but it's what Vriska asked for, and this is the last best thing he can do for her.
He aims for the center of her forehead and pulls the trigger.]
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Didn't I tell you? I played to win, Hal. Don't forget what you promised me.
[ She gestures loosely with a hand, smile gentling somewhat. ]
It was always going to be Bellamy, anyway.
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Hey. Don't worry. I'll do this the way we talked about.
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I know. Make it as awesome as I deserve, okay?
[ A quick squeeze and she lets go, turning to face whoever still lives. ]
... you know, I was going to give this whole big speech? I've been thinking about it all night. I gave a big dumb speech when all the Sirens first met up, about how we were going to save everyone on this island. It was a great speech and all the other Sirens can shut up about it! But anyway. You know, at this point? It kind of doesn't matter anymore. I always intended to break my promise to tear the game apart, honestly. I wanted to win. As long as that was enough to get us all through this, that was all that mattered! So I lied and cheated and fucked shit up. It's just kind of my thing.
I'm not a good person, or a hero. But we won. We're finally done with this fucked up stupid pointless game. And that's just kind of that!
[ Vriska pulls her hair back over her shoulders, puffs out a sigh, and nods at Bellamy. ]
Thank you, Bellamy. For everything. I'm ready whenever you are.
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Screw what anyone else thinks, alright? You saved our asses. I wouldn't have figured this out without you, and then I would have been worthless to Lucina. You did what you had to do.
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I own my crimes, Bellamy. I tortured people to death and betrayed friends that trusted me. I don't expect forgiveness for what I've done. I never did, honestly. I know what I am, and what I am is a killer, through and through. Just...
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It's fine, [ she breathes out, tired. ]
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You're not, Vriska. You're so much more than that.
[Bellamy gives her one last squeeze before he pulls back, hands still on her shoulders. He knows he's not going to convince her in the next few seconds before they finish this, but he needed to say it anyway. She deserves it.]
Anything else you want to say?
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And then she'll grin at him, a brave and watery attempt at good cheer. ]
Nah. Let's get this over with.
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I'll see you soon.
[Bellamy finally pulls away fully, pulling the gun from his belt as he steps back. This isn't the way he'd want to do it, not in a million years, but it's what Vriska asked for, and this is the last best thing he can do for her.
He aims for the center of her forehead and pulls the trigger.]
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It's quick. It's flashy. Hopefully it looked cool. That's all she wanted.
There's a burst of blue blood, and she crumples to the sand.
Vriska Serket is dead. ]