[Locked To Residents Currently in Luceti]

[malnosso]

[At four in the afternoon, Bil awoke in a cottage in the orchards. He had slept through the storm, obliviously, even though the weather had raged on outside. He found himself in the company of his healers and protectors. Through them he had discovered what had transpired and had in turn requested a journal. To make out brief message. Though using Trafalgar's journal, he had managed to construct a filter limiting the readers to only those currently within Luceti's enclosure. This alone took him a good ten minutes, requiring the input of passwords and the bypassing of protocols. Quite careful to avoid anyone peeking over his shoulder.

His voice is slow, weary, and raspy. The man is not in good health.]

Well, it seems I've survived. [A raspy coughing fit.] Not for long, I fear. It seems I have many of you to thank for this. I would have never expected it from those who have always hated me. I don't have much longer. [A long pause.] Soon I will have reached the end of my days. My doctors tell me I have little time left. It has been a long time coming, though I did not expect it to happen this way. I can't be sure what will await me when I revive, but arrangements have been made with my allies.

[Another fit of coughing.] I don't have much time left, but if there is something I can offer in payment, I will endeavor to make good on it when I can.

[ooc: True to his word, Bil has less than an hour to live before he will pass away. His conversations will likely be brief, but those who want to speak to him on the journals can do so. Whether anyone is permitted to see him in person will be up to his current caretakers: Trafalgar Law, Chopper, and Nami.

Note: This is during the draft, so he'll only be available to those NOT on the draft. However, once back in Luceti, draftees will be able to read back on the conversations. ]

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voice:

[shenevermisses]

And if they don't get you alive, what will they do to us?

voice:

[malnosso]

The same as they have before. [Cough.]

voice:

[shenevermisses]

And if we'd handed you over when they first asked? What do you think they'd have done to us?

[Does she trust that this will be full, reliable information? No. But she still wants to hear it. Wants to hear him defend or decry their actions. Or claim it wouldn't make a difference.

The people behind the electronic Peacekeepers who swept the town during the night aren't communicating, as far as she's seen. So she'll ask the one who is. Even if others might not approve of questioning a dying man.]

voice:

[malnosso]

Nothing. They will never change. [Cough.] I can only promise to try and make things better.

voice:

[shenevermisses]

...How?

[It's quiet. Perhaps even afraid.

Because hope is a fragile, fragile thing. She had hope when the rules of the Hunger Games were changed, and she felt that dashed away when Thresh grabbed her. She hoped to see her family again... and that was stolen by the revelation that they had never existed.

Hope is dangerous to give to her. Because it can shatter and cut deep.]

voice:

[malnosso]

An end to being trapped on this world.

voice:

[shenevermisses]

[She just... gives a slight scoff. So what if they can leave this world? If you're dead, you still have nothing to go back to.]