Wes shook his head. “Call me callous, but your insisting on sacrificing yourself only makes me think that you’re a mafia goon and are trying to spare your buddies with more powerful roles. I won’t fall for that.” He shot a glare at Bartholomew. “I’m either voting for you or Anti tomorrow.”
Reme shook her head. "What else am I supposed to do when I've suspected of being a criminal from an unfortunate coincidence and the choices of the Voice above me? I
want Anti to be cleared of suspicion for daring to even defend me, if they
didn't then I would have been voted off and none of this confusion would have happened in the first place."
"Did you expect me to try and continually insist that I am not suspect and that I don't want to die? When I'm wasting people's time and efforts trying to decide to believe me or not? Is it suspect to want to live, or is it suspect to want to not inconvenience the people around me?" She placed her cup on the ground, looking at Wes, disappointed.
"I am being entirely upfront with you, as is my Voice, and yet you would consider siding with a literally killer because I felt bad for a duck that hardly defended herself and because my voice isn't a detective such as yourself? You aren't even going to
humor the thought of sparing the Cop? The person that would be targeted by the Mafia
if what they said was true? And if they were to lie, you could ask them tomorrow who they searched, and if they lied, then that's it, they're done."