People Left: Kyra, Taylor, G, E, Belle, Candi, Beck, Tammi, Tris, Sylvia, O
Sylvia, you have to vote for Kyra. She's the faker! Please, I have 2 kids at home that I need to feed! -Belle
No, she's lying Sylvia! Her story is too perfect! I'm the real one! Please, vote Belle! -Kyra
Why should I believe either of you? -Sylvia
It was true, Sylvia reasoned, that either one of them was saying lies. It also stood to reason that either one was saying the truth. Unfortunately, she couldn't trust either of them to say what was true or what was false. So how could she weed the liar out?
There once was a dragon with two heads. One always told the truth, the other always lied. Behind the dragons lay two doors. Behind one door, freedom. The other? Certain death. -O
She had heard that story before somewhere. How did the rest of it go? Something about choosing the opposite door as the one she received the answer to.943Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGUMG6e9hFW
Kyra, which one of us would Belle say is innocent? -Sylvia
She'd choose herself, of course. -Kyra
So if Belle is the one who lies, and she saves herself, that means that Kyra is the one she should vote for. However, if Belle is telling the truth, than Kyra is still the faker. The problem is, either one of them could lie to save their own skin. And she doesn't know who is telling the truth.
Belle, which one of us would Kyra say is innocent? -Sylvia
She'd choose herself. You've seen her do it. -Belle
If Kyra is the one who lies and says she's innocent, Sylvia should vote for her. If Kyra is telling the truth...her head was reeling. This wasn't helping her at all.
Sylvia? You there? -Kyra
Yeah, why? -Sylvia
Because it's time to vote, girls. Who's it going to be? -O
Belle -Kyra
Kyra -Belle
Sylvia thought about it. Belle's story sounded too perfect, too heart-wrenching to be the real thing. She was trying to play up sympathy. O was. It's Belle. Belle's the one who you're controlling. -Sylvia
There was complete and utter silence. Sylvia didn't dare breathe. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.943Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAPXGPb8KNG
The radio crackled to life. Sylvia hung her head in her hands.
"I-I'm sorry, Sylvia, I-I tried to...tried to...tried to make it right, but I couldn't do it in time...so sorry..."
BANG! It was over. Sylvia had lost. Her heart stopped with one realization.
In one hour, I'll be dead.943Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwYMJdNTdYI
