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"On the first night, the one who fingered her died. On the second night, one who claimed to know something was killed. And every person that she has cast a vote for has died." Doubleback would have previously advocated for them to vote off those who were being quiet, for they did not contribute much to their cause beyond a body count.

"And now look at you," she said, eyes resting on Blurs and Stains, "so eager to brush off accusations by throwing them onto others. If you have anything to say in your defense, please do say it. Explain to us your votes, your actions, your thoughts. Mayhaps they may save you."

Privately, Doubleback doubted the dark doe's ability to convince her. There were many she was suspicious of, but none stood out as strongly or as distinctly as Blurs and Stains. In her eyes the doe was sweating, rambling almost, eager to move the conversation from her perceived guilt. That, along with her only defense being something akin to 'you're targeting me, maybe YOU'RE a predator' did little to inspire belief, let alone trust.

"The predators know who they are, we do not. He does have a point that keeping the current pattern of blaming those who voted against the others could be what the predators want. To have us thin ourselves." Tracks replied. "And how would she have any sort of information on this little game?" In his opinion, I never tell likely had been seeking attention.

"I'm impossibly sly," was Butcherbird's snorting reply, eyes narrowed and head tipped to the side. He considered Fly, chin up just a hair, considering the doe's expression. "But I only voted for Farrow because of his petty attempts to eliminate me for disagreeing with him."

And like that, he dismissed her, focusing on Doubleback instead.

"Let's listen to someone who seems wiser." It was possible that this was his way of flirting. But hard to tell. "She has a theory, and I'll throw my support behind it. I vote for Blurs and Stains."

"Yesterday? I believe I was." She passed a flinty grin at the doe. Really? Perhaps Feral Storm had said something about I'll Never Tell on the first day - but that was the part of the conversation Life had missed, and it had prompted I'll Never Tell's hasty claim anyway. As far as she could tell, Life herself (and now Doubleback) were the only ones who'd brought it up. She passed the purple and green doe a nod - she hadn't made that last connection. Still, though, she was a little suspicious: what did Doubleback think of anyone else?

She frowned at Expecting to Fly's vote, though: that was hardly a reason at all, though it was true that the tide had only really been turned against Farrow once Butcherbird had spoken. Though now that Butcherbird had spoken today, well...Life could admit to wanting more from him, right? Kiss's vote, too, seemed a little unreasoned. What had Feral Storm done? It was no longer the first day.

And Flint - defensive? Okay. Life shrugged in his direction: she'd already made the decision to act aggressively. Whatever happened, happened.

Tracks, though, she was more interested in hearing from - especially since Farrow had not been the one who voted against Sweet Gale, and Blurs and Stains not the one who voted against I'll Never Tell. "As far as we can tell, that hasn't been a pattern," she answered coolly. "As for information..." Freedom to Act trailed off, though privately she agreed: she'd backed off the previous "day" because I'll Never Tell's claim of information had turned out to be part of a conversation that Life had missed the rest of, and thus probably didn't signal any special knowledge - just that the kin on the first day had been looking too hard for "reasons" to kill. Games as large as these, anyway, tended to have sources of information, to help deliberations along. Though Life would act without them, if necessary: those who claimed to have information might merely be predators.

For predators, after all, had the most information. That was what chafed her about the silence that pervaded the game. Sure, it was a game, and no one had to play for the team. Yet the "day" kill was one that the prey controlled, by virtue of numbers - and by being silent, they left room for predators to pick daytime targets instead. Besides, while being quiet was not suspicious, it certainly did nothing but hurt the prey. She might not trust everyone who talked, but those who could provide their own thoughts were, for now, less suspicious than those who stubbornly kept them to themselves. Couldn't they see it didn't matter if they "died" in the "night"? Sure, it wasn't fun to lose playtime, but as prey, the group wasn't supposed to look out for individuals. It was the group as a whole they had to preserve.

Besides, it wasn't as though the quiet ones were playing much, anyway.

Well she definitely didn't want to get voted off for being overly quiet and secluded from the crowd. She only really caught the verdicts of the nearest kin around her since she had not made effort to mingle with them all. If she got too close and too comfortable in the game, who knows, maybe they would point hooves at her the minute her back was turned.

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"Sorry," she replied back to the dark blue kin. "It's just that changing direction is not my thing. What you said sounds convincing but it could be your way of diverting the group's attention to go towards anyone but yourself."

Errant shifted from side to side, looking at each kin in turn as they spoke up, measuring their words against what he remembered of the first two rounds. Of the three he'd found suspicious before casting his last vote, the one he'd voted for had spoken up, and in a way that removed some of his doubts. Of the other two...only one remained, and seemed to be not only decisive--but the day prior, had been the mark of a turning tide against the one eventually killed.

"Much as I still don't think there's enough information to really be able to make as fair of a guess as I'd like, I'm going to have to vote for Butcherbird this round." Looking at the other buck, he inclined his head respectively. "You're convincing, and if Farrow's only flaw was his pettiness in voting for you, then I can only consider that your eloquence is what turned the tide against him...which to me is something a hidden predator should be good at."

Perhaps Blurs and Stains had him fooled, but there was something a little too awkward and unpracticed about her suspicious behavior--predators being hidden or not, he was beginning to doubt she was skilled enough at subterfuge for it to be an act.

However, he couldn't help but think that he rather hoped that the predators became a little more apparent, as it went against his sense of fair play, to be eliminating players based on so little information.

"If you want my reasons I will be glad to give them." She replied to Doubleback. "The first round I chose because of well, faulty logic and I was taking a shot in the dark. I didn't know the one who was being voted on whom most of the group and I decided differently. Round one had no information. For the second round, I voted Farrow because there was reasoning that made sense, because he seemed the suspicious to me, and because no one else honestly made me think twice. Voting for anyone else would just be me guessing, perhaps at someone innocent, and not voting also seems suspicious. Perhaps I'm just too trusting or simply not very good at this game."

She hoped her honesty was believed, or appreciated. Things were not looking good for her, and she still had yet to vote. Perhaps she simply wouldn't vote this round, despite the suspicion that came with it. Already she was considered suspicious enough.

There wasn't any logic that Eating Fireflies could see to the whole back and forth, so far. He'd been so at a loss for the last vote that he simply hadn't said anything at all. And now?

"She's right," he allowed with a nod at the doe who'd mentioned that changing directions without knowing where they'd started was questionable at best. "We're chasing our own tails and then being surprised when we get bitten. There's not really any pattern that I can see, either." Shifting his weight from foot to foot, he allowed, "I can't see how anyone trying to hide themselves as a predator would make themselves such a target." Which meant he wouldn't be voting for Blurs or Freedom to Act, and Butcherbird... no.

But who then?