THE BOX OFFICE

[tellthestory]

This is where you can meet privately with the Balladeer! The Balladeer is almost always around during the day; just knock.

(Secretly, the door's usually not locked if he's inside. But you wouldn't want to be rude, would you?)

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[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Most people aren't put in a situation like this, Balladeer-san, and that's not what I- why are you saying this, why- a-are you just another captive, the opera house's puppet? Why would they use someone opposed as their mouthpiece?

[tellthestory]

I think you're all being tempted enough without me dancing around playing devil's advocate! I'm not -

[Whatever he was about to say, he cuts it off, looking frustrated.]

I'm not supposed to interfere with any murder attempts. But that doesn't mean I can't give you my opinion.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She is sillent for a long moment. Her fingers run down the clenched knuckles of the Money's Paw.]

I misjudged your position here, sir, and for that I apologize. [She turns away, facing the door.] I, ah, can see p-pressing this won't do either of us any g-good.

[tellthestory]

I'm not gonna help you with pros and cons, no. The only way I'll get involved is to oversee the execution, if you do it and get caught.

[Is that a threat? It's not like he hasn't made a convicted killer's fate clear already.]

There's nothing waiting for you that's worth this.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[...]

I think, maybe, your role in this little play is even more cruel than ours.

[tellthestory]

This...isn't about me.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

I know. It's about me...and everyone else here. I'm not blind enough to forget that. [She sighs] Thank you for your words, Balladeer-san. I have...much to consider.

[tellthestory]

I guess you do.

[Maybe if he could say something to change her mind...but he doesn't know what that would be. Isn't the nineteen other people out there the best reason?]