
In the morning, the town comes back to life. Birds crow overhead, a snake nearby hisses, a lingering coyote dips behind a shop before disappearing into the wild. It's a frightening contrast to the stillness of yesterday but it doesn't mean it's over yet. After all, today is the trial.
The Sheriff stands on the porch of the Town Hall and brings his hand up to his mouth to let out a whistle. He'll thumb back to the Hall behind him and very clearly state --
"Trial time, folks. Get in here and figure out who did it."
And then he'll turn to leave before pausing and adding on,
"Bring a snack or somethin' too.
The Town Hall is set up more like a court house, a Judge's bench at the front but instead of at center, it's off to the side as if more for observation than participation. There's a table at the front of the room already holding a small box and a pad of papers and pen, for voting apparently. A side room containing only a metal gurney is next and today it's obvious why there's a gurney there at all with the corpse, resting right on top of it. Aside from that, there are rows for everyone to take a seat and it's only after everyone is inside and settled, that the doors close and the Sheriff speaks.
"Well, have at it. You've got till nine."
And then, he points to a clock on the wall that reads 12:00. Good luck.
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Yes, I did.
[And killing a kid is still a shitty thing to do??? Shocker.]
But even so...I do not wish to take lightly all you have done for me. Everything I said last night--I still do mean.
[Sara's still...pretty amazing.]
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But if being here is only going to cause you pain, you don't need to stay. I know what I've done is unforgivable.
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No. Staying here is...something I must do.
[He'll regret it. He'll regret it if he doesn't talk to her now.
(He'll regret it even if he does.)]
...I am not releasing you from your promise, however.
[He's still holding her to that jailbreak.]
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That, however, gets her to blink and shoot him a quick glance. ]
That's what you want?
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My desires... have not changed, despite the circumstances.
[The only difference is... now Sara won't be alive to make them come true.]
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[ ... ]
Really, what kind of miracle worker do you think I am? I'm going to have to put in extra effort.
[ And she says it lightly enough, but even as she does--
A tear rolls down her cheek, dripping silently to the floor .]
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... That is the promise I have asked for, and I do not intend to back down on it.
Difficult though it may be, I would not... would not hold to such a thing if I did not believe you capable.
[It's impossible, and he knows it.]
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Fine. You have my word.
[ For an impossible task, but this is Sara. ]
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[Isn't that...all he can do now? It still hurts--it all hurts.
But she's going to her death tomorrow.
He can't give up on her now.]
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Barnham, despite how much she'd hurt him, still believed in her. ]
You should head back and get some rest, though. Tomorrow might be long for you.
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One that she won't walk away from.
But now, as ever, he finds it difficult to deny her requests, no matter how she frames them.
So slowly, he inclines his head in a nod, and pushes himself up to his feet.
He lingers for a moment, hesitant, and then, quietly:]
Then this is farewell, Sara.
[That's it.
It's the end, and tomorrow will be another situation entirely, one where he has to bring her the justice she wishes for and cannot allow personal feelings to change a damn thing about it.
He turns, and he leaves, and knows that it's the end.]