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((Neutral))

"I suspect the point isn't to know the answer, as there isn't one."

Her voice was still a little tense as she addressed Alpha Eleven, not taking her eyes off Alpha's Seven and Ten, clearly still not convinced they were going to pay any attention to her at all. And why should they. She hadn't known them very long -- even less than she'd known the Zetas, which wasn't very long either. As if this thought had sparked the idea, (or perhaps it was vice versa,) Zeta Eight flicked her gaze towards the silent Zeta Three, his stature almost as stony as her own normally was. She turned to him because throughout it all, he had been rational, been sane, kept his head and played the game, and he was one of the only ones she respected.

"Three."

Her voice had mostly returned back to normal, although there was a hint of something lacing the edges.

Help.

But it seemed she wasn't the only one disgruntled with Alpha Seven and Ten's behavior. Snapping her gaze in the direction of 'Harry,' she froze for a second, staring her down for a good few seconds, as if sizing her up. She wasn't sure how to react to these two... three, if you counted Zeta 'Cho' Eleven -- they seemed so sure of themselves, and she could not honestly, without a shadow of a doubt, say they weren't exactly who they said they were. Alpha Two and Seven seemed to think they were mad, but then again, they were all mad here. Finally, she gave Gamma Three a curt dip of her head, letting the face of her mask drift from the other.

If you can control him, by all means.

She seemed to be doing a lot of not-talking today.

((T-13 is suspicious of E-10))

"What's got you so worked up slamming pens around like that?" He tilted his head, "You didn't seem so pissed off a few seconds ago..."

(( A-5 is accusing E-13 ))

Fretting too much ...? Fiver almost laughed at that, but choked the sound back just in time. This was life or death here. Even if he'd already died and somehow survived it once... he thought that rather made him LESS likely to be the traitor here, but a lot of people seemed to think he was one. This was so ... so messed up.

"I'm trying for calm here," he murmured back to Three. "Really really trying ..."

Glancing up suddenly when E-13 gave one of his pendants away, Fiver seemed to straighten just a bit, having noticed what Three wrote on his piece of paper. Even if he gave one away now ... he was still the only person to have two. Which meant the rule, if there was one about that, had already been broken. Taking a deep sort of breath through his mask, Fiver picked up a pen and also wrote E-13 on his piece of paper, then slid it forward. No explanation to the others, nothing spoken louder than what he'd said to Three.

He was done trying to defend himself or explain what he was doing, because it obviously didn't work. Not with this crowd.

[A-2 is accusing the hooded figure.]

"Don't be, like, so lame, A-Seven!" A-Two burst out. "Like, when would you have had a chance to like, be a traitor? We've been, like, watching you all the time! We would've, like, seen! And, like, everyone else was with people who, like, were watching them too, right? For serious!"

She put her hands on her hips and stared at the hooded figure. "I bet, like, that you're the traitor. 'Cause, like, you're the only one pointing fingers! You're, like, just like that loser horse, you loser!"

(( E-13 is Neutral. ))

He gave E-10 a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. She was probably angry about all the accusations he was getting.

"I'll be okay," he said, "this thing ain't over yet."

The cell text said he won two pendants, how lucky. Not that he'd stolen two pendants illegally, like a cheating douchebag. They had called him and told him to pick up the pendants! Even if they did- no, there was proof. The text said it right there, Congratulations on winning...

There was someone guilty of something. There had to be. But how had they made sure the guilty person would show up? He'd been the only one, as far as he knew, that had been magically deposited in the Cornfield. But the door had lead there. Everyone that had gone through the minefield would have ended up through that door, if they'd lived. What was the trick? What was the test?

He thought as hard as he could. Telling people they'd live when they wouldn't wasn't a crime. Two people had come back to life...and more than that, the other guy who'd come back to life, B-5, wasn't here. A situation that one person knew about. People were saying there wasn't a traitor, but he wasn't so sure. The hooded guy had said having a problem with the jury would just get you dead. And time was running down.

How do you cheat in a game of Sudden Death?

[ A-Eleven is Neutral ]

"I believe you might be right about that," A-Eleven nodded at Z-Eight. There was no answer, just like with the 'Death' horse.

A-Eleven watched as everyone kept up with the accusing and arguing. If you were to look at 'rule breaking', she was leaning towards accusing E-Thirteen over the two pendant thing. Though she felt that was a lousy reason to dub someone a traitor. He did just give one away after all.

Suddenly A-Two was making an accusation...against the hooded figure. A-Nine jumped on it, too, comparing this stranger with the horse on the Beach.
"Umm, I don't know about accusing them," she gestured at the robed stranger. "They say the traitor is among us, and if I remember correctly when we tried to kill the horse on the Beach as the sacrifice, it didn't turn out so well."

Why was this island full of riddles and impossible decisions?

(( E-13 is Neutral ))

"Uh," he said to E-10, "thanks, I guess." She was probably just saying that because they were friends, for all they'd known each other for three days. ...Even if she was calling him stupid. Better dumb than dead. It was real nice of her to defend him that way.

He wished they weren't doing this courtroom stuff. Stabbing the guys wearing different color suites had been a lot easier.

((Gamma Three is accusing the Hooded Figure))

“STOP IT!” Gamma Three roared at last, standing up and kicking her chair back. She climbed onto the table like an adolescent boy straight out of Dead Poet's Society, and slammed her foot down onto it, “They're right." She looked to Alpha Two and Alpha Nine with a nod, "Why are we doing this? Why the <********> are we playing this game? Don't you see what they're doing!”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, Gamma Three did not feel like Harry Potter. She did not feel like some lost boy searching for answers. Searching for some destiny. She felt angry and agitated. She felt like the woman who had awoken on that island days ago, furious and annoyed. She felt like something had been taken from her – stolen from her – though she could not say what.

“We're sitting here accusing one another, snapping and grappling for understanding. Accusing each other. Accusing ourselves?!” Her gaze turned on Alpha Seven. A man she did not know. A man who was not some giant from some children's story. A man who had probably had a life once. Maybe he'd had a family. Maybe he'd been a father.

She didn't know.

She didn't care.

What she cared about was waking up with no memory and nothing to help her get by but pretending to be something she knew she wasn't. She cared about the way people in the same situation were buying into the words of the very individual that had possibly even brought them here. She even, for some reason, cared about these people who seemed so hellbent on blaming themselves and one another. As Harry, she would follow Hermione's lead. As Gamma Three... she was making her own way.

“What reason do we have to believe that?” She flung a hand towards the hooded figure, “Because it says it's telling the truth? Because it told us to?! Are we so desperate to survive this place that we would lose what made us who we were just to remember? If we were even anyone at all!”

Gamma Three turned to face the hooded figure, and ripped her card right in half. She tossed the pieces, and the pen, at its feet.

“Think of you as some benevolent god?” Behind her mask, Gamma Three's brows furrowed and nose scrunched. Her lips pulled back in a sneer, and it was a shame nobody could see the expression for how perfectly it displayed her feelings about whatever it was that stood before them.

“You act as though you offer us some gracious opportunity to find a traitor? You don't offer us a damn thing but a chance to amuse you. I accuse YOU!” Gamma Three stabbed a finger towards the hooded menace, “Of trying to turn us against each other. ******** you, and ******** this. I'm not playing this ******** game anymore.”

She looked to the group, and her eyes met first with Eta Four, Alpha Two, then to the individual members of Team Phoenix.

“Who is with me? Is it worth surviving if we reach the end as people ashamed to be alive?”