Week 5, Wednesday - Shirasu

[fragileprophet]

[Before there are memory happenings, there's Ion peering up at a tuning-fork necklace that seems to have gotten stuck on a sconce positioned high up on the castle wall. Since Ion had given his own to Natsuo a couple weeks ago, of course he can't help but think that this is the same one and Natsuo has just been...incredibly irresponsible with it. He's on his toes and using his staff to try and hook around it, but he can't quite reach. So when he sees Shirasu, he smiles seepishly, his cheeks flushed. If he's tired, he's probably been doing this for a little while now.]

I hate to ask...but would you mind giving me a hand?

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[wagashis]

If it comes to pass, then I promise I will do what I can.

[at least until that goal is accomplished.]

But I'm sure you know I would much prefer if it didn't.

[fragileprophet]

[After that all gloves are off!]

Yes...I prefer the same thing.

[Despite his unflinchingly calm demeanor, when he puts his hands down on his knees, they curl into tight fists.]

Despite what my self-sacrificing tendencies may say about me...or what anyone’s impression may be of me...I want nothing more than to live.