Another day, another projection to be had. Even after the disaster last time, Ei won’t be swayed from his assignment.
Whether or not it’s related that he comes to Vincent next is anyone’s guess.
“Prisoner 006, Vincent Churchwell.” He flips to another page of his notepad. “Is there anything you’d like me to know about you or your crime before we begin?” Including maybe any reason he could potentially go berserk immediately afterwards. That would really be a nice thing to know in advance.
Vincent stands up straight, towering over Ei as he looks down at him with a somewhat intimidating stare, even if his expression is entirely neutral save for a slight squint. It wasn’t particularly surprising to him that it would be his turn soon, given just how many others seemed to already have gone. He has no intention to resist, prepared to walk to his trial.
“...You already know my warning for what decision you should pick. I make no promises for what form my projection might take. I have no other comments.”
Had Ei asked a more specific question, perhaps he would have shared more; But he hadn’t, and so Vincent will follow along silently unless otherwise spoken to.
Ei raises an eyebrow but nods, closing his notebook. “Understood. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
With that, Vincent is led through the halls towards the Projection System, paying no mind to any that might end up following along behind. Come what may, and who may, for that matter. It seemed almost inevitable that at least a few might end up slipping into the room, and Vincent truthfully didn’t have enough opinion on it to tell them not to.
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Despite the promise (implication?) that the rest of you would be free to watch, Ei shoos you away so the chosen prisoner can be guided down the long hallway alone. Once they reach the courtroom, though, the wardens are too occupied having the prisoner sit in the lone chair properly to keep you away.
So a few of you make the trek yourselves, finding the hallway only marginally less lonely with your company. The walls still seem stifling, their silence somehow out of place.
But the courtroom is wide open, if barren, and there's not much to be uncomfortable about until the prisoner of the day is secured in place. A strange...—machine? Somehow enough of it remains in shadow to obscure any useful details—emerges from the wall to hover around the prisoner's head, then everything but you and the wardens is swallowed by utter darkness.
It only lasts a moment, though. Once the shadow subsides, you find yourself seemingly somewhere else...
