Vivara's hand reached up to touch the blue quartz Faqir had given her. "Balance, strength, and relief of doubt. Eriko died with the Tiger's Eye in her hands, close to her heart. Perhaps she was channeling it so that she could move on peacefully."
Finnian walked over, kneeling next to the body. "If she was holding it when she died, then that probably means she saw it coming, right? What does the Monokuma file say about her death?"
"Let's see," Vivara muttered, flipping the file open. "The Monokuma file says this: the time of death was around 11:09 AM. The body was found on the floor of the casino. The cause of death was a blow to the head made by a blunt instrument, killing the victim instantly. No additional injuries were found."
Mercy rubbed her eyes, watching as Vivara read it aloud for everyone to hear. She didn't remember when they'd gotten it, but assumed she'd just been too wrapped up in her own head to notice. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to stand, but found the dizziness was rather debilitating.
"M-Mercy?" Finnian asked, watching her warily.
"What do you want?" She muttered, hand pressing against the back of her head. The pain wouldn't go away.
Cautiously, he took Mercy's arm from behind her head and stared. It was bloody. "Vivara, I trust you can handle the investigation of this room without some of us?"
Vivara looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, but why?"
"Mercy, Faqir and I are all going to take a fun trip to the nurse's office," Finnian explained, wrapping Mercy's arm around his shoulders so as to help her stand up. "Right, guys?"
"I'm fine," Mercy muttered, pulling away from him. Contrary to her statement, however, she stumbled backward, balance non-existent. Finnian caught her arm, using all of his strength to keep her upright.
"I'm sure you are," he replied sarcastically. "Come on."
She scoffed, but found herself leaning into him for support. He helped over over the door, then glanced over at Faqir, seeming to be thinking. "Graham, can you help me out?"
Graham blinked, then nodded. "Yeah. What do you need?"
"Can you help Faqir if he needs it?" Finnian asked. "Something tells me there's more wrong with him than meets the eye. Not personality-wise, I mean, just--you get it."
Mercy thought, trying to recall what had happened with Faqir before she'd been knocked out. It took a moment to come back to her. "I'm fairly certain I smashed a glass bottle across his face."
Finnian blinked. "You what?"
Her response was delayed. "It was with good reason."
"Yeah," Finnian muttered, leading them toward the door. "I'm going to have to ask you about that after I make sure your head is still intact. Let's try and hurry, okay?"