Last stumbled into the mess hall, recovering from a bout of exhaustion and typhus that had left him bed-bound for the past few days. Much to his astonishment, the killings and trials by gravity continued unabated. He asked about the many that were missing. Some were innocents, trying to make an honest living aboard the ship, but the taint was far deeper than originally thought. With two mutineers disposed of and the disappearances still going strong, Last wondered where the end could be. The young man gazed upon the group, eyes sagging from sleepless nights, trying so hard to not be caught susceptible by the mutineers.
When he heard his suspicions concerning James were ultimately validated, Last felt empowered. He may have been out of the loop for days, but perhaps he had been blessed with a capacity for judging the human spirit. Well, at the very least he could blame irrationally like the rest of them.
And yet, there was a strange aura coming from SunshineSparkle. He nudged Sarena, whispering his concerns, and returned to his post in fear of infecting the rest of the crew.