Fon Master Ion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fragileprophet) wrote2018-06-29 06:12 pm
fragileprophet) wrote2018-06-29 06:12 pm
Week 3, Friday Post-Investigation - Sanji
[Oh cool, great, more people are dead and there's smoke everywhere. Ion can't even make it into the kitchen, honestly. Even if the smoke is billowing out, he's in the doorway coughing, his weak lungs struggling against the foul smell. Gripping the wall, his legs bend, but he manages to keep himself held up.]
What happened? Who would've--
[This is horrible? THEY EAT FROM HERE?]
What happened? Who would've--
[This is horrible? THEY EAT FROM HERE?]
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[It takes him off guard more than Sanji's last question. He hadn't really...thought about it. Maybe that's ridiculous, but there it is.]
I don't know. Technically, I should be...I should be...
[Well, dying. He looks down at his hands.]
I took a deadly miasma into my body that was killing one of my friends, because I already knew I was dying and it was the only way to save her. Theoretically, I shouldn't be standing at all, but...assuming that it doesn't return to me as soon as this game ends then...I suppose I would. I have no real way of being sure.
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[Sanji's stare has already glided away, staring off to the front with his eyes narrowed in thought.]
Even better if this miasma shit is taken out of your body, right?
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[Ion looks like he's going to reply, but then his stance changes, and he just smiles instead. Honestly, he doesn't know how this works. Is it still inside of him, waiting? Is it gone? Would it even matter if he wasn't poisoned? He'd felt it even before then, the fonons that made up his body ripping apart, dissolving, vanishing and taking him with them.
Excruciating.
He thinks about the feeling of Luke's arms gripping him so tightly. He thinks about...]
If I didn't go back...I wonder what that would mean for the rest of them.
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... He also knows that Ion cares; Sanji's selfishness won't bring him peace. It takes effort, the muscles in his jaw obviously working to relax, but he swallows down the vitriol for the kid's sake.]
Life goes on regardless. [Picking his words carefully] If you know you won't be with them much longer, would you not going back at all have that big of an impact?
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[He's already saved Tear's life, after all. There's nothing else for him to die besides die. But it's like a fissure splits across his face, and he grips a hand over his heart. There's just, one thing, the only thing left. The only thing he can think about.]
Only that...I haven't told her how I feel.
1/2
Oh.]
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... Who is she?
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Her name is Anise...she's...
[She's so many things, all at once. A lot of things that he doesn't know just how to say, so he says what's simple.]
She's my Fon Master Guardian.
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[He assumes so, from the title Ion has given her]
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[Mohs. Grand Maestro Mohs. It always comes back to him.]
She was being forced to spy on me, and report my whereabouts and actions at all times. She didn't realize I knew...I knew the whole time. I didn't know how to help her, and now, because I'm dying...I know she has to think it's her fault.
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I can see how she'd think that.
[The crueler part of Sanji thinks that's the unfortunate penance of someone whose being manipulated. There's just. No salvation for them, is there?]
Do you think your words would reach her?
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[He wishes he knew. He feels like he should know. But at the same time...at the same time...these are thoughts and feelings that have always been beyond him.]
I hope so. I don't even know if I can say them. I don't know if I have enough time even for that much. I just...if I could have one thing, just for myself...
[His throat tightens.]
Have you ever thought that you could just accept anything that happened to you if you could only see someone's face one more time?
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I know the feeling.
[He knows the feeling well.
And he has no right to take that away from Ion, even if it results in his death.]
Who knows? Maybe if you go back, you'll get that one wish. There's no harm in hoping.
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Maybe.
[He doesn’t sound so convinced.]
The more time that passes, the less sure I feel.
[He accepted it before: that this was all he had left. Just that one moment. But now...now...he finds his thoughts wandering more and more. What if there was another world for him? Another future, another life? Can he even ask for both? How much is too much? How much is just a dream?]
...no harm in hoping.
[At least not yet.]
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Neh. Why don't you write her a letter?
[he's not sure where the idea comes from -- maybe all this talk of communicating with the dead has had an effect -- but it's the best idea he can come up with on his quest to lessen Ion's obvious distress.]
Maybe it'll never reach her, maybe it will... but it can help you sort out your own feelings.