Week 2, Friday Post-Investigation - Sandalphon

[It's a little while before Ion makes his way back up to the dorms. He has to pay his silent respects at Natsuo's body, first, and afterward pays a trip to the garden. When he arrives in their dorm, silent and with and expression dark, he sits down cradling a pile of carefully plucked flowers. Each and every one of them imperfect, misshapen, broken.

For once, Ion has no words of hope for the evening. No encouraging thoughts. He takes a seat and starts to wind the flowers together.]