Voices are getting tenser, hotter, louder. For moments, it is all you can do to not devolve into an all out brawl. You can feel the pressure mounting, and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end as you feel the powerful presence from above watching and waiting. A crack of thunder. A flash as the flame bursts with new energy. It is time. Time to cast the final votes. You hold not just one soul's fate in your hands. Each decision here impacts you all.
The votes start coming in. Quite quickly, a consensus is reached.
You can't be serious.
Team STRQ's brow furrows, rage flaming behind their eyes. Their expression flickers between four different visages, each a different expression of anger. There is a shakiness present too, one they desperately try to hide, drawing themselves up and pointing about the circle accusingly.
This is a mistake. We—I'm innocent!
No one withdraws their vote.
Can't you see we're innocent?
STRQ's faces is flickering faster now, faster and faster, their voice modulating between four different tones. Insanity.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no...
It starts with their shoes, just as it had with Homura, and with Wooper. Dust flies up, encircling them and almost obscuring STRQ from vision. They are departing, all of them.
We just... We just wanted a second chance... Please!
The dust reaches their mid-section. They are almost gone now. Suddenly, their eyes harden once again. Their last words echo across empty space.
You're all going to pay for this. Monsters.