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Es feels themself getting warm, and they go to the kitchen to get an ice pack.
They tell themself it's for productivity's sake, that they're choosing to rest for the day. They hate that they sound like a certain someone.
They grab an ice pack, and a cup of pudding they know Jackalope hid at the back of the fridge. Because they want to.
They feel like a child. Whatever.
Though, for some reason, instead of going to their own room, they walk further down the hallway, down to a specific prison cell.
…
It's empty now.
Shidou never did keep much in his cell, but…
Not even the medical supplies stayed. They heard they moved it mostly to cell 006, so… that makes sense.
It was still eerie.
Carefully, they sit down on his bed, eating the cup of pudding they had rightfully acquired from the fridge.
….they think they understand him more now.
An image from the first trial appears in their head. Of him in an empty bedroom. Alone, for the first time in his life.
……Three people, dead now. Gone forever. He was one of them. Because of their mistakes.
They lay down, staring at the ceiling.
All three of them would've done this throughout the years they were here, huh.
They stifle a yawn, standing up immediately.
Shidou would've told them to lie down and rest by now, overbearing and overly concerned as he was.
But there was no one to do that now.
…
Es heads back to their room.
And, ice pack on their head, small cup of pudding in their hands, they work.
There's no one to make them rest anymore.
…
They won't admit they miss his nagging.
They will admit that they wish he was alive.
All three of them.
(And who's to say, maybe they take a nap or two throughout the day, and maybe they make sure to keep an eye on their workload.)
(It's what he would've wanted, anyway.)