Week 2, Saturday Post-Trial - Ion

[fragileprophet]

[Ion's sitting alone in his room, rolling his staff against his knees, and thinking. There's a lot to think about right now. He catches his reflection--or, near-reflection now, as it were--in the doorway and smiles. He's not sure whether he did or didn't expect to see his Original tonight. But, ah, maybe they have a lot to talk about. And maybe this is the last chance.]

Hello--it's good to see you.

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[fragileprophet]

[Like no one else, Ion's words make the expanding balloon inside of him pop like it's been punctured. As if he felt it burst, he puts a hand on his stomach, wrapping his fingers around a handful of his robes. There's just something about him that makes him feel so...small. Why is he here? Why are they both here? As long as one of them is around, the other has no purpose.

He still doesn't want to talk about this. Ion's shoulders sag.]

I don't know.

[Maybe he failed. Maybe he's been failing. Maybe he was always meant to fail. This is all a big, cosmic joke. And the word programmed keeps playing in his head, over and over, only making him feel more and more beat down. He wonders if his Original chose it on purpose, or if it mattered so little to him he didn't even think about the dehumanization.

Well, Ion was never human. Just a replica.]

The Score foretold that there would be war between Malkuth and Kimlasca, but a letter was presented to me that detailed Emperor Peony's desire to hold the peace between their kingdoms. Mohs, of course, was against it, so I acted on my own in the matter.

[Many of the details are unnecessary. He skips ahead to what matters most.]

It seems that, at least for now, we've managed to deviate the world's path from the Score. Mohs has been arrested as a traitor for his continues efforts to incite a war.