[Fin] Murder U Too - Endgame

[Florien]

Is that a threat Komaru? Or are you finally helping me by choosing a sacrifice? It's a threat, isn't it. You're going to tie me up, for fear I'll ruin everything, but you're the ones RISKING OUR ESCAPE. It will only take a moment, you'll be fine afterwards. No certainty can be found that you'll all survive this, but no certainty can be found that your other plan will do it either. Please. Cooperate. It won't take long. It's safe, it's routine. IT SHOULD WORK. But since you're convinced that your plan is so great, that we should try the risky option first, we can do that. But if the host closes the loophole? If there suddenly IS no way out, but there was by my method? I reserve the right to kill you, and I expect to be released without comment.

Kellensea scoffs at Ranma's rant.

It's not a gambit, because I'm not actually sacrificing anything for a positional advantage. But you're right. Fucking shocking, right? I've been working alone, I've been working for me, most of the time I've been here. But Komaru and Kai are in my party now, and I work WITH THEM now. That's why I'm even CONSIDERING your views, considering your options, that you people keep putting forwards. If I wasn't in a party, I would have grabbed one of you, sacrificed you, and been out by now. But my party members, wrong-headedly, don't want me to kill anyone yet. So I WON'T. I need to get out. I need more options. And I've presented you with a way out. I don't know if it will work. But it PROBABLY will, in some capacity, work. If you try to tie me up, I will break your arms, and I will tear the bones out of your skin, and I will suck the marrow from them in front of you. You need to TRUST me. I've been correct before. Twice before. And YOU. ARE. GOING. TO. COOPERATE. I don't know why, but I keep holding out hope, hope that one of you will become sane. Hope that the kernels of sanity I see in many of you will grow into ACTUAL SANITY, ACTUAL ACCEPTANCE. But every time, I'm disappointed. EVERY TIME. I try to believe in all of you, try to hope you'll come along willingly, see the world as it is, and not as you want it, and YOU. KEEP. NOT. DOING THAT. At this point, I'm tempted to lock all of you in a room with no food and no water, and keep talking to you until I fucking turn you into cultlings, and then release you from my thrall once I've sufficiently replaced your fucked up diabetes inducing worldviews! BUT I CAN'T DO THAT, so I NEED TO KEEP TRUSTING YOU, AND YOU KEEP HURTING ME.