It would, but I'm not going to do something to you that only enhances your guilt or regret. No matter how I feel about what happened this weekend, you're still my friend.
[Ion squeezes Guy's hand just slightly, folding his other hand over it, and takes a deep breath. He'll recognize better than anyone the Daathic Fonic Arte he performs--for once, finally, as a god, able to realize his full abilities.
Guy's injuries heal slowly but steadily, until finally, at last, the pain is gone completely. Ion slumps just slightly.]
...I hope this, at least, is a small comfort. I'm sure it will make talking to Luke at least a little easier, when the time comes.
[Ion definitely seems winded...tired, but his color is still good, his posture steady. Still, he all but leans into Guy's support...even though he knows he's not the one who needs it.]
I'll do everything that I can for him. I'll be there every minute of every day.
[For a long time, Ion just gives him the silence, his own eyes closing. Is he praying? Perhaps. But the silence is full of an emotional weight that could only exist between two people who have known each other a lot longer than a few weeks.]
...no matter what happens, I'll make sure the two of you are reunited. For good. I'll see your wish, and his. I will never, ever stop fighting for either of you.
[It's subtle, how his posture shifts. First unbearably tense, as though he could scream until he turned blue and never feel any better, a knot in his stomach that clenches like a vice... only to crack, slowly, in corners and edges and in the shifting of the moment, rushing over him in a wave that only gets worse the harder it rushes.
He doesn't speak, only letting his fingers bury against Ion's robes. But his breathing starts to shudder in that unmistakable way of someone viciously fighting back tears. It's so much, and the thought of losing it all when he's put so much for his wish makes him want to scream. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to lose this fight and leave the only thing that mattered behind, again.
...
Hope was something. Hope was all he'd clung to before. It's bittersweet to be left to it again.]
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But he doesn't. He exhales. Swallows.
And slowly, slowly lets himself unwind.]
If it would make you feel better. I won't argue with you.
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...It won't, Ion.
But you should probably ask Connor. Not me.
finds one of my sweetest looking icons
[Ion turns toward the android.]
Would you mind terribly if I made it so he wasn't in pain? He only has...so long, and nowhere to go.
sobs
Pointedly looking away. Aside from the initial glance he got, he won't look at Piety's face. He hasn't earned that privilege yet.]
... I won't deny him medical treatment. [TERSELY.] That's inhumane.
gomen for going again
[Ion smiles, though it's probably lost on him from the way he averts his gaze, and then he turns back to Guy. He reaches for his hand.]
May I?
ill never forgive u -- no it's fine
Thank you.
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Guy's injuries heal slowly but steadily, until finally, at last, the pain is gone completely. Ion slumps just slightly.]
...I hope this, at least, is a small comfort. I'm sure it will make talking to Luke at least a little easier, when the time comes.
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He wasn't supposed to find out the way he did. If I hadn't been cursed...
...
He knows now why I couldn't defect, though. Why I've been... making the choices I have.
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I'll do everything that I can for him. I'll be there every minute of every day.
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I know. I know you will.
[He looks like he wants to say more, to ask more, to plead. But Connor's right there.
So his grip on Ion just squeezes, his head ducking down.]
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
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...no matter what happens, I'll make sure the two of you are reunited. For good. I'll see your wish, and his. I will never, ever stop fighting for either of you.
i hate this and i hate you :(
He doesn't speak, only letting his fingers bury against Ion's robes. But his breathing starts to shudder in that unmistakable way of someone viciously fighting back tears. It's so much, and the thought of losing it all when he's put so much for his wish makes him want to scream. He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to lose this fight and leave the only thing that mattered behind, again.
...
Hope was something. Hope was all he'd clung to before. It's bittersweet to be left to it again.]