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They had gotten it wrong, and Mitsuki was incredibly relieved. After everything, he wasnât⊠he wouldnât lose⊠no one else was going to die. No one who the janitor saw as anything but deserving, anyway.
It was a horribly selfish thing to think, but for once, Mitsuki didnât feel the need to start guilting himself over it. No, he felt⊠free. Happy. Because heâd been so scared, so convinced that things werenât going to work out the way they should have in the wake of everything, so afraid of⊠of what would happen if things had been different⊠but it didnât. It didnât, and it was dirty, and it was unjust, but he was glad⊠he was so glad.
(Truth be told, Mitsuki Arai had never felt more human before this moment.
Perhaps embracing the negatives as well was what it took?)
Mitsuki shot a small and weary-looking but still very genuine smile in Shirouâs direction as if to say âWe did it!â or maybe âYou did it!â was more appropriate, because so much really depended on Shirou, Mitsuki had just played support, but even that meant something, andâŠ
âŠhe wished he could cry physically right now, because tears of relief would be fitting, but of course, that was an impossibility, so Mitsuki settled for looking ahead, resting his chin in his hands, as Shirou rattled off rather familiar information, save for⊠he didnât understand how that was possible, it didnât sound logical, but very little about this place was, so instead of questioning it, he simply followed Shirouâs lead in voting for Hanzo and Aoi.
(Mitsuki would have followed Shirou Sonozaki off of a cliff if heâd ordered him to. It was a blessing that heâd never been ordered to.)
And now? Heâd wait, Mitsuki supposed. Wait, and⊠well, one would pray in these circumstances, right? Or at least just hope for the best. And Mitsuki expected nothing but the best possible outcome, if only because he had invested so much faith in Shirou and wasnât about to stop now.
As Aoi spoke up, Mitsuki shot her a cold glance (as cold as someone like him could manage, anyway) and delivered a curt, matter-of-fact
âYouâre right. You would be.â
And with that, the janitor fell completely silent, counting down the moments in his head until the trial ended. There was no more need for words here.











