Earthlings, forgive me. I should have stopped taking my own bullshit a while ago, but I kept telling myself, and by extension, all of you, that I would be able to sort out my schedule enough to post every other day. Unfortunately, this is simply not possible. I will have to revert to twice-a-week posts. Once again, apologies.
This chapter begins with some more writing I'm actually pleased with. Juliette is outside for the first time in I-forget-how-long, and she's actually responding accordingly.
Warner asks her if it makes her happy, because underneath all that stupid he actually does care about her.
He takes out a gun, which is "not for" her, and they peer over the edge to see the soldiers gathered.
He is still being an ass, however, and introduces Juliette to Sector 45. To Juliette's joy, Jenkins is still alive. Warner makes the soldiers kneel for at least 30 seconds, which is quite a lot considering no one was speaking.
A man named Delalieu comes forward with a report. He'll be important-ish later, so remember.
"Delalieu recites: 'We have a charge against Private 45B-76423. Fletcher, Seamus.'"
Fletcher, who is, according to Juliette, incredibly ginger ("He looks like a gingerbread man") steps out of line.
This chapter ends with Warner shooting him in the head.
Lovely.
Next chapter of The Night Circus will be up before next Monday.
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