And then Fenna confesses to the murder of Atsuko.
Dexter was wrong. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not so prideful that he will take this kicking and screaming. He’s still glad he asked questions and gave probable other answers. Its a courtroom, after all. Did that make him a defense attorney? Hmm… no, he doesn’t think that kind of career would fit him.
Ah, Rambling again.
Fenna confesses. Dexter doesn’t blame her. Killing someone is still a very… violent act in it of itself, but he supposes he doesn’t have the perspective of parenthood that Fenna does. If he had a little one himself, would he be driven to such lengths?
Come to think of it. Didn’t Dexter find that letter for Miss Fenna? Thats right… he did, didn’t he? And it was that letter that caused Fenna to take the drastic measure, killing Miss Atsuko. So, in a sense, was it his fault Atsuko died? The one person here he felt actual connection to, through shared pain. The one person who could have actually understood his…
Hm.
Well, it doesn’t matter, now. Abel is making a scene after all. And while Dexter is usually one to watch and allow others to dig their own graves, others were getting uncomfortable. This was just… hard to watch.
“Ah, Mr. Abel. If I may, this vulgar display is not fitting for a man of your stature. It would be wise to put aside your anger for a moment and-”
So. a couple things happen at once. Atsuko’s family was Yakuza? Well, its not like Dexter would know. Look at this. Does it look like a boy from here would know about Yakuza hierarchical power structures? Don’t answer that.
And the second thing that happens is that Viper ALSO gets angry. And she swings, and she misses. Obviously, Dexter thinks to himself. They’re all squished like sardines in a tin can. Of course wildly swinging is going to have collateral.
Taran has it, at the very least. Dexter is thankful for that. But still… this trial is going off the rails quick. There’s a temptation to photograph this sight but… there was nothing about this that deserved immortalizing. This was just… sad, honestly. Oh- Oh Viper’s crying. Yeah, no, lets leave her be for now.
Roadie 🪶Jack “At this point maybe we oughta just wrap this up an’ move on before we get a couple more murders here.
“Im not sure I’d agree.” He says, trying to speak over the crying. "To tell the truth, Mr. Jack, I’d gotten the feeling that “Mx. Comedy” Wasn’t a denizen of the train, and was just someone stuck here like you and I and everyone else was. We may as well try and find the killer, yes? It is the least that we can do. When in rome, as they say, yes? Ahah…"
Nobody is laughing alongside him.
“There’s a couple suspicious things that we found, that I had initially not brought up, as they seemed irrelevant to Miss Atsuko’s death. Lets see… hm. There was a strange tree in the shape of a ring near the center-ish of the island, on the side where both bodies were found. There was a large amount of coconuts near them too. I initially thought it might just be someone inventing a new game, but, I wonder if its relevant, somehow.”
“Lets see… there was also a lot of shed white fur from who I assumed to be The Creature Northwards, in the trees. It was sort of… In a semi-halo shape? Which is a strange pattern for it to be in.”
“And… there was also A bit of blood splattering on a tree. Not a lot, and not very high up. It trailed off only slightly, moving westward.”
“To tell you all the truth, while I suspect Miss Atsuko might have done this to Mx. Comedy, I find it hard to believe that Miss Fenna, as Miss Atsuko’s killer, wouldn’t have noticed at least anything suspicious about her if she did do the crime. And since Miss Fenna is also wondering who killed Mx. Comedy, and has no more info… I believe its likely someone else here did it. Miss Fenna wouldn’t gain anything from hiding a double-kill, after all.”
He stops to think, for a moment.
“My best theory, baseless as it may be right now, is that someone was angry at Mx. Comedy for these tapes, and perhaps did this in a crime of passion. It does appear that Mx. Comedy specifically brought them here, and that they actively tinkered to choose painful memories. Knowing that someone would do all that, it could drive anyone to anger. And like the fable of Cain, all it takes is one swift rocky strike to the noggin!”
