Yosuke missed out on actually attending the ceremony the day before; he'd watched it broadcast on television. Still, he felt... partially responsible for at least some of those numbers, considering his attempt to protect even his own team had almost failed spectacularly. Honestly, he was shocked that they all made it out alive. If that Spades guy wanted to, he could have left them all dead where they stood.
So he decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to leave some flowers at the wall while he had the spare time. That's when he noticed the growing crowd talking around the memorial with some concerned, confused, and even angry voices.
Pushing through the crowds- which luckily wasn't too difficult even if he was recognizable at the 'Junes Prince', considering the serious attitude maintained around such a place- Yosuke finally spotted the cause for all of the concern.
The masks spray painted on the wall were what first caught his eye, but they were drawn down to the equation in the center of it all.....
".... Shit." Yosuke swore audibly, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the flowers in his hand. For someone who'd been thinking the factions over in his head for months now, ever since the attack on the tournament, it was more than a little obvious to him what these numbers meant.
There were quite a few mixed feelings going on in him right now... If his trust with the government hadn't been considerably shaken already, it was completely on the rocks now, and he was holding back a severe urge to kick the wall in frustration.
What side was he even supposed to believe anymore?
March 16th - At the Memorial
So he decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to leave some flowers at the wall while he had the spare time. That's when he noticed the growing crowd talking around the memorial with some concerned, confused, and even angry voices.
Pushing through the crowds- which luckily wasn't too difficult even if he was recognizable at the 'Junes Prince', considering the serious attitude maintained around such a place- Yosuke finally spotted the cause for all of the concern.
The masks spray painted on the wall were what first caught his eye, but they were drawn down to the equation in the center of it all.....
".... Shit." Yosuke swore audibly, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the flowers in his hand. For someone who'd been thinking the factions over in his head for months now, ever since the attack on the tournament, it was more than a little obvious to him what these numbers meant.
There were quite a few mixed feelings going on in him right now... If his trust with the government hadn't been considerably shaken already, it was completely on the rocks now, and he was holding back a severe urge to kick the wall in frustration.
What side was he even supposed to believe anymore?