[ After breakfast happened, Terra took some time to clear away.

After all, he didn't really want to see anyone's face after any of that happened, and he didn't want to drag people down. He was supposed to be strong, and people depended on him.

Still, as time eclipsed past morning, he decided he wanted to speak someone. But maybe someone who hadn't any ties to their earlier group.

So he found himself in front of Orga's door, and giving it a rap. ]

Hey, are you around?

[There's a bit of a delay before the door opens just a slit, and then fully when Orga sees who's standing there. There's a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but he looks the same as usual otherwise.]

You need something?

...Yeah.

[ He places one of his hands on his hips, thinking about how to phrase this. He can be kind of awkward sometimes, which sucked. It's whatever, though, since he manages in the next moment. ]

I kind of wanted a little chat, I guess with someone I had spoken with before. A lot's going to happen tomorrow, and I figured it can't hurt.

And if there's something you've been wanting to ask about, there's that too.

[There's a considering pause as Orga looks intently at Terra, seeming to weigh his options here. Well. He's right that it can't hurt to have a talk about this stuff.]

...Yeah, alright. It's not like we have anything better to do 'til then, anyways.

[So he steps aside, holding the door open. There's not really much in the way of extra furnishings or anything, but there's a box of shit in the corner near the closet and a framed picture on his desk. Take your pick of seats, Terra?!]

[ The brunet hadn't even realized had tense he was until after Orga gave his assent and he felt himself relax at that. ]

No, we really don't. Thanks for letting me in, anyway.

[ He'll give a slight smile, before it slips away as he strides forward, and even though Terra didn't really plan on doing so, he takes a brief look over the room. He'll just take the chair next to the desk, because that's in closer to the bed and not on it...which would be too intimate for their first time in here, he thinks.

He doesn't know how to start this, so he'll just fold his hands in his lap for a bit, thinking and waiting until Orga gets himself settled in too. ]

...You know, before this place, I haven't really had a chance to see anyone I know--or have gotten to know--end up dead. I know you probably haven't had enough time to get too close to anyone, but what about you? Have you ever seen someone you know lose their lives?

[ So, that was some shit. Terra stayed at the after party for quite awhile, but then decided that it was a good time for him to get going, because he was kind of...awkward around alcohol. Even if it was simulated.

He wanders a little, and finds himself in front of Orga's door. It's not like he was intending to do this on purpose or anything, but here he was.

Then he decides to give it a knock, to see if he's around. ]

Hey, Orga. It's Terra--are you around?

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[Like Terra, Orga had hung around the simulation room for some time, but compared to last week... well, it didn't seem right to hang around in what looked like a place that'd be better suited for a party.

He's not really doing much when Terra knocks, so he gets to the door pretty quickly.]

Yeah, I'm in. What's up?

[ Terra could understand what Shirou was going for and he doesn't fault him for it at all. He just hopes that it works out well for the others too. ]

If you don't mind some company, I was wondering if we could just...talk.

[ Not just about anything, of course. But he's a little tired that it comes out like that.

He sort of also wanted to talk about some things regarding the week with Vivienne's mess. Maybe other miscellaneous things related to trial, too. ]

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[He's not sure if this is the emotional type of talk or if it's more along the lines of business, but. Either way, might as well.]

Yeah, alright. [He moves aside to let Terra in.] Sit wherever you want.

[ At this point, he intends for it to be both. Personal and then when that's settled, business, maybe because he's starting to see Orga as someone to trust. ]

...Thanks, Orga. I mean it.

[ Terra will smile slightly at the other man, but he will move further into the room, and while he's tempted to sit comfortably on the bed, he doesn't want to weird him out either.

So he'll drag his feet over to the chair and place himself down. ]

Did you happen to know Maya, by any chance?

[ After what had happened to Rebecca and Han, and what he did, Terra dragged his feet not back to his own room. Nothing could change how he felt about their deaths, but especially Rebecca's--she had been someone close to him. More than he could've ever hoped to have imagined.

She had reminded him of a friend--of Aqua.

He'd made a promise he couldn't keep, and hadn't been able to even save Han when it counted. He'd told the man he was going to be looking out for him.

For some reason, he finds himself here at Orga's door, and knocks on it. ]

...Orga, if you're there--can we speak?

[ His voice sounds terrible, and he knows it. But he doesn't care right now.

He needs to talk to someone about this...anyone. Or, well, not just anyone--someone he at least knows. ]

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[Compared to the other weeks, this pair of deaths certainly hit harder. It's not only the fact that they had died right in front of their eyes with all of them being completely helpless to do a thing, but... he did like Han and Rebecca, in their own way. He wouldn't have bothered with them otherwise.

So, as he's wont to do, he leaves the scene to mull about it privately. And here, where there's practically no space for themselves except for their own rooms, he finds himself just sitting on the floor in front of the bed. Just thinking, until he hears the knock. This isn't the first time it's happened, so he gets up and opens the door. Terra doesn't really look that great right now, but... then again, most of them are in the same boat at this rate, aren't they.]

...Yeah. Yeah, sure.

[He moves aside to let Terra in.]

[ It's been absolutely a shitshow starting from today, and this time, it wasn't something that they could easily brush off or recover from. It was damaging, and the amount of pain was insurmountable. Terra usually had the thought to actually consider how it'd effect everyone, but he was barely able to get a hold of himself, so it was ... hard at the moment. ]

...Thanks, Orga.

[ He comes within the room, stepping right in.

Also because apparently this thread was planned after he was searching Rebecca's room, he might have more to speak about than just their sorrows. ]

I can't believe they're gone. Even if it's selfish to say...it's been awhile it's felt anything like this.

[As usual, Orga leaves Terra to choose his own spot in the room before he closes the door. His room hasn't changed much from last time, still spartan except for the boxes in the corner, although this time there's a mascot head and a pinata of this person half-poking out of one of them. Thanks mods.

When Terra settles down, Orga returns to his place on the floor next to the bed, bending a knee up and propping an arm on it.]

Yeah. Couldn't even do a damn thing. [They were right in front of his eyes but he could only watch. Like Biscuit.]

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[ It was frustrating, to feel so helpless...to feel so weak in the face of all this. It wasn't right, it wasn't fair. ]

I keep thinking "if only I got there sooner", but...it doesn't change anything.

[ Terra spots the pinata, and doesn't seat himself just yet, but there's a reason for it. He holds out a letter to Orga from Rebecca. ]

...Here, Rebecca wrote something for you. I thought you'd like to have it.

[ This week's just been trouble after trouble, between what happened with that memory of his which gave him an extraordinary amount of inner turmoil, the moment in the AVR room, and then what happened next with the motive, as well as Osomatsu's condition.

But, chief of all those things was the regret coming back to him for the hand he'd had in his Master's death. He couldn't shake it off, and most importantly, he couldn't get to sleep.

Terra had glanced over at the bottle of alcohol he'd obtained. He'd meant to give it to Rebecca for safekeeping or...whatever she was doing with all that alcohol, but quite frankly, it'd been moot when she lost her life.

Before he knew it, he was holding the thing, and in front of Orga's door, with said alcohol in the wooden bottle. He gave the door a knock. ]

...Hey, Orga. Can we talk?

[Restless nights were common here and Orga was no exception to that. And while he had been able to distract himself for the most part, things were still touch and go, especially with that sort of motive hanging over their heads. As such, he's left sitting on his bed, thinking of what moves he could make -- no, that all of them could make.

But that knock on the door is familiar, so he doesn't hesitate to open it for Terra. Maybe that's unwise considering it's Thursday evening, but he trusts the other man. He glances over at the bottle of alcohol for a second before looking back at Terra's face.]

Alright. ...Somethin' on your mind?

Yeah, it's just--I've been thinking about something that I remembered.

[ Terra releases a small sigh. ]

It wasn't a good one either. There were people I spoke to you about before--you remember Master Eraqus, right? Something...happened to him, and...

[ He sort of trails off. He's still standing out here like this and it's not that he can't finish but partly because he might not want anyone to overhear this. ]

[Orga is not the best when it comes to picking up other people's emotions sometimes but he can manage to understand what Terra's getting at when he trails off. So without further ado, he moves out of the doorway to let the other man in.]

Come on.

[Make yourself at home, Terra?? that mcgillis pinata is still there tho]

[ Terra felt himself release a breath of sorts, because he wasn't sure if Orga would've at that time, and it was a lot...really just opening up to anyone about this sort of thing. But, he had trusted the other man enough by now, and there were things he felt comfortable sharing with him. Even something like this.

The brunet steps into the room proper. Also wondering about that pinata jfc ]

...Thanks, Orga. I mean it.

[ He'll move to place the alcohol on the desk in the room, and wait for the other man to close the door as well as seat wherever he usually does. ]

He was strict, but he was a good man. He was...someone who took me in, and even when I was upset with him, at the end of the day, he meant so much to me. Master Eraqus--he...he was like a...

[ He shakes his head. ]

No, to me, he was my Father. The only one I ever had. I'd thought that maybe when I returned home, I'd be able to see him again, along with my friends. But now, I don't think I even have a place to return to. Not anymore.

[ So, it was probably becoming a routine of sorts, but today Terra mostly went out of his way to avoid everyone. He had his reasons for it, and it honestly couldn't be helped, but by the time night had eclipsed over the building, the brunet had taken to coming by the other man's room. ]

...Orga, are you around? We need to talk.

[ Last night, he had remembered something.

And connecting the dots, especially with an incident that happened today, had spelled out something that'd happened went horribly and utterly wrong. Not just for his friends (though the extent he didn't yet know), but for him as well. ]

[Routine indeed. He doesn't really need to guess who it is by now, so Orga pulls the door open without hesitation, giving Terra a once over before addressing him.]

Need something?

[Considering the timing and what happened last Thursday with the revelation about Terra's master, he does have an inkling that it might be about something else he's remembered. Then again, it's not as if they don't have a shortage of things to talk about, considering how it feels like their time is slowly starting to run down, with the deterioration of the wall and their dwindling numbers.]

[ Orga may feel free to notice he looks kind of...out of it. Not in the sense of 'fuck I'm tired of this shit', like they all are, but it's like his gaze is unfocused, despite the fact that he's looking right at him. ]

Something like that. I know last time I just sort of...

[ Give him a moment. ]

...I just remembered something, and it's--there's something else I've been made aware of that I should probably tell someone. And if you don't mind listening, I'd like it to be you.

[ This is less elegant than he would've wanted to start off with, and it can be contributed to the issue in question, actually. But the plus side (if it can be called that) is that he also wanted to actually see if he can see how the man was doing as well. Because the man was so hard to read sometimes, and then discuss further about what to do with the Administration.

Since Terra's noticed Orga was a fan of also wiping them out. Permanently.

That's his intention anyway...if things go as planned. ]

[Oh... okay yeah, that's not a good sign um?! That does get him to worry a little tbh, and Orga squints a little at Terra's slight blankness. In light of this and everything else, the mention of last time doesn't really even faze him that much... not that he thought much of it at the time either, but. In any case, he moves out of the doorway for Terra.]

Sure. ...Besides, pretty sure it's important if you're sayin' it like that.

[Although Orga looks slightly tired as usual, he also doesn't look quite that worn down; indeed, he probably looks better compared to some of the earlier weeks and for the most part it appears as if he's keeping it together.]

[ Terra's definitely trying to make sure if the other man was doing alright, luckily a quick glance over is all that's needed. Which is probably a little ironic given his own situation, but he does try, anyway. Once he's satisfied with that, he manages to step more into the room once Orga moves out of the way, and despite how shitty he feels, he doesn't quite sit down just yet.

Though, he moves to stand nearby the chair. ]

It is. I haven't been feeling like myself, throughout these past weeks. I just thought that maybe it was because of the situation. But, after the week with the hallucinations, it only got worse, until I realized at some point not all of my thoughts were my own.

[ ... ]

Do you remember when I spoke of Ma--of Xehanort? That man, who had killed Master Eraqus? I learned that he not only wanted to kill him, but, he wanted to take over my body as well.

This week, I remembered being about to fight Xehanort, in order to save my friends, not knowing that he planned to do this either. I found out right after that it didn't matter the memory didn't show me the results of the fight or anything afterwards. Not when Xehanort himself told me what happened after I woke up.

[ His voice sounds kind of shaky now, and he's not looking at Orga, but he managed to say it. At least to someone. ]

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