"Then you should have tried convincing the others!" Tefiren snapped. "Even if you thought I wouldn't have listened, they might have! None of them were sure of it except me! Most of them didn't even understand why I should have been right! If they all agreed with you, then it wouldn't have mattered what I thought, because of this game's stupid 'voting' thing!"
"Does it even fucking matter anymore?" Altair snapped. "You wouldn't have listened to me even if I tried. You were so up your own ass about how 'guilty' she was that you would've considered any of her defenders Mafia instead."
[[quoted these out of order lol, sorryyyy]]
“Gods-dammit—
enough!” Wes hissed. “We made a mistake yesterday, alright? But we won’t get anywhere by fighting over it.” He tried and failed to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth as he spoke. He couldn’t fault either one of them for being angry, not when he was so enraged at himself—gods, Chappie had been his only friend in this game and he had simply...
given up on her. How pathetic could he possibly get?
He rolled the tension from his shoulders and forced his voice to keep steady as he glared the two of them down. “What matters now is what we do today. If we repeat the same mistake today...then we likely won’t even live long enough to regret it.
“That said...” Wes swept his gaze over those that were left.
So few of them...
“If tonight it is the night that tips the scales—and I think it is—it might be time for all of us to reveal our roles.” He grimaced. “I don’t love the idea, but at this point, we need all the information we can get. If we vote incorrectly today, we’re all dead, anyways.”
[[Okay this might be a bit too bold and idk, maybe it’s a bad move. But if we’re this close to winning or losing, we might as well put all the cards on the table and see what everyone claims, no? Idk maybe this is a horrendously bad play and if is, please enlighten me. I just think that at this point, it’s all or nothing and we don’t have much to lose.]]