[When everyone is gathered, Christine does speak up once more, but even she sounds tired.]

Stephen brought everyone letters. If you'd like yours, just ask. I... I made sure not to read any of them once I saw who they were for.

[She might have... peeked at Mephisto's, but only to make sure it wouldn't cause the demon to suffer even more.]

And if anyone feels up to it... I have this paper Stephen slipped to me during the trial. I think it's the information he's found out on who planned this, through all the loops. I think we should try to form a plan of action with it.

[With that said, she sits back down on the floor, head bowed down, focused back down on her binders. She reads her letter and the information over and over, one piece of scrap paper ripped out and her hand twitching as she scratches out her own notes on what she can read.

...Later into the night, the notes trail off into nothing but a dozen of looping infinity symbols, as Christine's head bows deeper, deeper... and then snaps up again. Someone should... probably take her gel pens away.]