Week 5, Sunday Post-Execution - Waver

[fragileprophet]

[Ion hesitates at Waver's door...mostly because he's not sure if he's the sort of man who would prefer to be alone or not, when he's feeling the way that he certainly must be. But, he came this far, so he finds his resolve and knocks softly.]

May I come in?

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[londonstar]

[ there’s no response.

does ion want to go in? ]

[fragileprophet]

[I feel like I'm on the other side of a CYOA right now and I'm not sure I like it.

But Ion takes a deep breath and turns the doorknob.]

I'm coming in, alright?

[londonstar]

[ still no response! but that’s not a no, right?

anyways, when ion does go in, he’ll find waver sprawled out over the bed, arm thrown over his face. ]

[fragileprophet]

[There's a small pause as Ion closes the door behind him where he considers backing out again...but no. He's maintained the idea that nobody should ever be alone in this place, and he's worried that after the trial, attitudes toward Waver are going to be changing. So, he approaches.]

I brought you some water...it's important to stay hydrated.

[He sets the glass down gently on the nightstand, hesitating again, wanting to say something else but unsure where to start.]

[londonstar]

[ there's no verbal response yet, besides a quiet groan. he can't really muster to say much, as he's exhausted far beyond the usual.

inhale, exhale.

he can't get the image of dazai having the life and ink squeezed out of him out of his head. it'll probably haunt him for the rest of his life, alongside the other horrible memories from the fourth holy war. ]

Somehow, I feel as if the roles have been reversed, yours and mine.

[fragileprophet]

[Ion was about resolved to leave, but Waver's words give him all the permission he needs to politely stand his ground. He turns his staff over between his hands, thinking.]

I think it's true that those of us who spend most of our energy on others often leave little for ourselves. That was how you came to find me in the first place, after all.

[And so, here they are.]

It just means we really are alike.

[londonstar]

Hah.

[ he laughs, but it's not out of happiness. instead, it's out of the bitter irony that he was so easily read through. despite his constant insults he...truly does care for everyone in this place.

he groans, annoyed with himself. ]

It's a pain in the ass.

[fragileprophet]

[Ion carefully finds himself a edge of the bed to sit on, giving a small, tired laugh as well.]

It can be tiring...but not caring at all would just feel so empty.

[He pauses, then.]

It's okay...to not feel well or strong or put-together right now. You're hurting, too.