(week 9 - tuesday.)

[erythristic]

[this is something she has to do. not because she wants to - heavens no, she'd rather keep her distance and let them make their own choices about what they thought of her now, with her secret out to everyone - but because she promised. words in black and white, a last request, and a pressing responsibility on it all. a duty.

so it's in the morning that she's gathered herself up and made her way over to Marinette's room. she's hoping they'll be in there - that one of them will, at least, and that she'll be able to say something before inevitably being hit full force with the anger that comes from people so devoted to justice and the right thing.]

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[missmaladroite]

[As tired and resentful and angry as she is, when Grell brings up Clover, she can't help but look pained, even though it's brief. And for a second, she actually looks like a lost fifteen year old, before she goes back to being extremely Tired. She wishes she could still rely on Grell. That the whole Jack the Ripper thing was just a made up story, but, well, the chainsaw didn't help with that.]

[She rubs at her temple.]

I know she will. She still has that scythe- [She'd kept it, in the end, but Marinette knows that was a mistake] and she's grieving her brother and her friend--

[What can she do? Lock her up? Marinette doesn't want Clover to hate her more than she already does. It feels wrong to lock up a girl who's grieving and unstable. Her friend.]

[Well, Clover probably doesn't feel that way anymore]

[Instead of answering, her tone softens very slightly and she asked:]

Did you talk to her?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[Adrien's the one more obvious about it there, crossing his arms and looking away from both Grell and Marinette. Clover... He sighs as he answers Marinette for Grell.]

She hasn't. [and, because that's a bit rude, he addresses Grell next:] You wouldn't have come to us if you thought you could handle her alone, would you, Madame?

[erythristic]

No, you're right. I'm at a loss for how even to begin, when she will not listen to our reason, our attempts to be kind and understanding.

[and as she says it, Grell allows herself to look as uncertain as she feels. she wants to try, but god help her, how to even start it? how to not go in there, stare her down, and be cruelly blunt that her grief does not excuse her?]

That on top of the fact that I no longer know who on this ship would be willing to speak with me on any topic.

[if she's a suspect in every murder now, could she blame them?]

[missmaladroite]

[Here Marinette looks a little guilty -- because she knows she could have tried harder to help Clover, to understand. She lost her brother, after all]

[Her expression darkens at the second bit, but she doesn't comment.]

She won't listen to us. I guess we have that in common.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

She's right. Clover won't listen to us, not after we stopped her from killing Dorian.

[it's said quietly, and Adrien's not looking at anyone in the room as he remembers the vitriol she kept spitting at him as he held her down.]