note passed to craftly ( week 5)

In return for the incentive I revoked — my revival — please restore the body parts of those who have lost them (at least Dipper, Mabel, and Andersen), even if they're among the final survivors. Those should be worth less than my life, right?

week 5 ( post-trial )

[We'll be seeing you later, too.

Girge had expected to die. Whether murdered, rightfully executed for his crimes, or wrongfully executed scapegoating for the Hunters, it seemed obvious that he wasn't meant to live for much longer. Instead, what he got was everyone—from the Hunters, on Friday night, to the others, this trial—saying that he had to live. That he couldn't afford to die.

Not because of who he was personally, of course, but because his life had become the tool used to determine the outcome of the ritual. He was kept alive for that reason only.

Much like how, back home, he was released from prison only because they needed his skill on the battlefield—to be a sacrifice on the front lines. Even if they didn't consciously think that, Girge knew it was, in the end, what everyone wanted from him. His life has never amounted to anything else. (Well, except to a certain idiot.)

He doesn't know why he ever thought it could be more, even here. Even when he tried, it didn't mean anything.

And now, everyone is gone, and he's—for the most part—alone. Tonight is going to drag on, he knows, as will tomorrow.

He sits atop the second floor railing, staring into the distance.]