[This is significantly more help than Ange deserves, but she hasn't survived as long as she has by ignoring any piece of advantage or assistance she can take. She'll use it.]
I see... thank you, Miss Yoshizawa.
[Ange tests the weight of the rapier in her hand, closes her eyes for a moment, and moves to stand behind Sumire with steady, non-hesitant steps.]
Look forward. [... She lifts the rapier to Sumire's throat, blade close to the handle resting near--but not against--the skin.]
... May you be able to rest and recover in whatever it is waits beyond this.
[Because Ange does not think it is proper death, not like this, not anymore, after everything she's seen and heard in this place.
With that said, her next movements are completely professional and clinical. She brings the blade up to Sumire's throat, applies pressure and slices straight across without a moment's hesitation. There is nothing jagged or jerky about the motion; it is thoroughly confident, as if she'd done it a thousand times before.
And then she steps back to let Sumire's body fall.]
[As it turns out, it's incredibly easy to get away with murderer if your victim helps you out.
Sumire does exactly as she's told. She holds her head high, eyes closed and mouth pressed into a thin line as she waits for that final moment. The trembling of her hands and the wobbling of her lips aside, she does not budge a muscle. She holds her breath, listens, waits, waits, waits—
And then it happens.
Blood spurts from the side of her neck as the carotid artery is severed. A small gurgle escapes her lips. It's a good thing that Ange steps out of the way, really, because Sumire's body proceeds to slump almost immediately — the amount of blood she previously lost expediting the process. The wall keeps her body from falling back completely, preserving at least some of her dignity in death. In a few minutes, Ange will have to shift her position in order to add the finishing touches to this scene. And in a few hours, three others will arrive at this scene to find an unidentifiable corpse. But right now? Well.
[As soon as the bleeding has slowed enough that she doesn't have to risk getting splattered, Ange steps over to where Sumire is propped against the wall, and crouches in front of her quietly.
For a long moment, she just looks at her.
And then she sighs, closing her eyes.]
... Thank you. Honestly, you did not have to do this much for me. But if it will get me back to Princess...
[... If it will get her back there, to the only person who has ever mattered, she'll do whatever it takes.
With that moment of dwelling over and done with, she gets to work. It is grim, gruesome work and Ange makes no excuses for it. The fact that this is now only a dead body does not make it too much less gruesome--but with her hands covered by the kigu sleeves, she picks up the rapier again and sets to cutting off Sumire's head, cut by careful cut. Rapiers aren't meant for this sort of work, and it leads to an unfortunately incredibly jagged decapitation--but it's the best Ange can do with what she's working with.
She carefully makes sure that Sumire is propped up against the wall where she was before, the last minimal dignity she can offer, and then she strips, wraps the head in the kigurumi, and sets off into the maze, expression perfectly flat and calm. The head and the rapier are left as far in the maze as she can go, and then she doubles back.
She borrows Sumire's bracelet, burning the kigurumi as best she can, before she returns it. And with all of that done... she gives Sumire's body one more glance. Then she turns on her heel and she leaves, bundled kigurumi carefully held away from her clothing. Tomorrow will determine everything. Ange owes her continued safety to Sumire, if she gets away with this.
It is more than she deserves, but she is selfish enough to hold onto it anyway.]
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I see... thank you, Miss Yoshizawa.
[Ange tests the weight of the rapier in her hand, closes her eyes for a moment, and moves to stand behind Sumire with steady, non-hesitant steps.]
Look forward. [... She lifts the rapier to Sumire's throat, blade close to the handle resting near--but not against--the skin.]
... May you be able to rest and recover in whatever it is waits beyond this.
[Because Ange does not think it is proper death, not like this, not anymore, after everything she's seen and heard in this place.
With that said, her next movements are completely professional and clinical. She brings the blade up to Sumire's throat, applies pressure and slices straight across without a moment's hesitation. There is nothing jagged or jerky about the motion; it is thoroughly confident, as if she'd done it a thousand times before.
And then she steps back to let Sumire's body fall.]
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Sumire does exactly as she's told. She holds her head high, eyes closed and mouth pressed into a thin line as she waits for that final moment. The trembling of her hands and the wobbling of her lips aside, she does not budge a muscle. She holds her breath, listens, waits, waits, waits—
And then it happens.
Blood spurts from the side of her neck as the carotid artery is severed. A small gurgle escapes her lips. It's a good thing that Ange steps out of the way, really, because Sumire's body proceeds to slump almost immediately — the amount of blood she previously lost expediting the process. The wall keeps her body from falling back completely, preserving at least some of her dignity in death. In a few minutes, Ange will have to shift her position in order to add the finishing touches to this scene. And in a few hours, three others will arrive at this scene to find an unidentifiable corpse. But right now? Well.
Let's do this for a third and final time:
Sumire Yoshizawa is dead.]
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For a long moment, she just looks at her.
And then she sighs, closing her eyes.]
... Thank you. Honestly, you did not have to do this much for me. But if it will get me back to Princess...
[... If it will get her back there, to the only person who has ever mattered, she'll do whatever it takes.
With that moment of dwelling over and done with, she gets to work. It is grim, gruesome work and Ange makes no excuses for it. The fact that this is now only a dead body does not make it too much less gruesome--but with her hands covered by the kigu sleeves, she picks up the rapier again and sets to cutting off Sumire's head, cut by careful cut. Rapiers aren't meant for this sort of work, and it leads to an unfortunately incredibly jagged decapitation--but it's the best Ange can do with what she's working with.
She carefully makes sure that Sumire is propped up against the wall where she was before, the last minimal dignity she can offer, and then she strips, wraps the head in the kigurumi, and sets off into the maze, expression perfectly flat and calm. The head and the rapier are left as far in the maze as she can go, and then she doubles back.
She borrows Sumire's bracelet, burning the kigurumi as best she can, before she returns it. And with all of that done... she gives Sumire's body one more glance. Then she turns on her heel and she leaves, bundled kigurumi carefully held away from her clothing. Tomorrow will determine everything. Ange owes her continued safety to Sumire, if she gets away with this.
It is more than she deserves, but she is selfish enough to hold onto it anyway.]