"Guilty!" The smallest of the mountainous Mid-Dimensional beings slammed a large gavel on its podium. The wide, nearly vibrating mass of beings sitting in the court's gallery cheered with their agreement.

Olivia's relatively small body shook with fear, sweat coating her brow. She knew her fate was already set in stone, she knew that regardless of how she got here she would be erased from existence. The young woman shifted in her heavily elevated seat, the black heavy mist coating her hands and wrists trapping her arms behind her back. The gaseous substance around her hands traced up her arms and chest, covering her mouth and to the back of her head.

The woman wanted to shout her reasons, to explain that what occurred was no fault of her own. But the three large beings ahead of her would not even allow her to speak for herself.

Watery brown eyes slid to the left, to her so-called 'lawyer'. The Mid-Dimensional being held a humanoid form. But even in the one they took, they still gave off the same disinterested countenance they did countless times before. They expressed heavily over the hours before her trial that they couldn't care any less about the life of a human. They did the absolute bare minimum for her, and would stand beside her while she was sentenced to a punishment worse than death.

To put it plainly, her lawyer; quite frankly, did not care to argue her case.

Terrified eyes slid to her right, where the only one in this place who tried to help her sat in quite the same predicament. A dark galaxy like mist coating his hands and arms up to his mouth. Oth's soft gold and tangerine eyes sparkled with tears as they met hers. He tried his hardest to protect her, gave her all he could think of to allow her to continue fighting in the other world until he could get her back home. And when he realized she could not simply leave behind those she'd met, he gave her a way to move in between both of her homes. But, in an act of brazen carelessness, they were caught.

Olivia painfully tore her eyes from Oth and let them defocus. Her vision grew hazy as purple creeped around the edges. A purple haired figure came into view. A woman who's dark gray eyes held tears as they focused on her. One other spirit stood behind her, on the palm of a rust haired giant of a ghost. The giant not even reaching half the height of the three Mid-Dimensional judges.

The few spirits that followed her through the door meant a lot to her. Having assisted her on her adventures through the west blue and grandline. They aided her through dangers and trials she knew for a fact she would not have survived if it weren't for their help.

"You'll be just fine Olivia." The purple haired woman comforted, letting a transparent hand ghost over her braided black hair. The woman's fingers twitched, itching for a cigarette to sooth her frayed nerves. The purple haired woman stood, her back quickly turning to the young woman to hide her own tears. A lanky taller man took her place, deep voice just as wobbly. "I don't know how to help you Liv." He spoke, shaggy blond hair barely hiding his tear-filled red-brown eyes. As he attempted to kneel on one leg he tipped too far and nearly fell from the giant's fingers, quickly latching on at the last second to haul himself back up. The man couldn't see the young woman's whole face, but her shaky eyes still squinted at the corners in the ghost of a smile. The man returned an uneasy one of his own. "You'll be fine, love." He whispered softly, attempting to wipe away her tears. His transparent body simply passed through, yet Olivia still closed her eyes, as if feeling the phantom touch.

"Guilty!" The second Mid-Dimensional judge called out. His gavel slammed on the podium in front of him. Olivia flinched at the loud call. Her eyes spilling more tears as they slowly opened back up again. The gallery's attendees called out their agreement yet again.

"Of course she'll be fine!" The Giant bellowed then. His loud voice did not faze anyone, as the only one aside from the other ghosts that could hear him was the little woman on trial. A wide grin forced onto his face, doing his best to hide his own sadness and panic. "She's got the devil's luck, this one!" He guffawed.

Seeing the young woman in such a state really tore the ghosts dead hearts. Such strong individuals in their living days, they could do nothing for her in the time she needed them the most.

The last, and largest of the judges raised its gavel. The wooden hammer shooting forward-