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.
[ 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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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. ]