fragileprophet | Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

Yes. Who they were, and who they might have become, if they had only been given the chance.

[But the world is...no, it could be a cruel place. It still has so much good in it, so much potential for more. And that's why he wants, above all else, to save it.]

I don't think there's any such thing as a life that should be thrown away for any reason.

[Though he knows, even as he says that, that he's such a hypocrite. Because hasn't he lived his own life as if it's one that's worth being discarded? Hasn't he been putting everyone here above him in importance? Why can't he just apply these truths to himself, too? Why is it so hard?]

[That way of thinking is too broad, too limitless for Sandalphon to comprehend. He looks down at his lap, his hands resting limply on the blanket. A saying that like can easily apply to someone as compassionate and wise as Ion, who's so young.]

Even a life like mine?

[His words are soft, faint; it's unclear whether he's talking to himself or Ion. The thought is puzzling.]

Of course.

[He doesn't hesitate with his answer--and before he even thinks about it, Ion shifts to his side and reaches out a hand to place on top of Sandalphon's, his small pale fingers curling gently around his palm.]

Of course even yours.

[His hand twitches, the touch of Ion's dainty fingers causing him to wonder.]

But I'm useless . . . What point is there for a tool like me to exist, if I'm unable to fulfill a purpose?

Please don't call yourself that.

[He'll recognize that tone. He just heard it, not so long ago.]

You don't have to be assigned a purpose to have one. You've lived such a long time already, but that doesn't mean there isn't more time for you to find the meaning that you've been seeking.

I don't have time anymore.

[It isn't an argument. He's stating a fact.]

I no longer exist in my world the way I do here. Besides that . . . I have nothing to offer.

I don't think that's true.

[His heart sinks. Could it be that they're both the same in that way, as well? Ion decides not to bring it up. The more people who know the truth, the harder this gets.]

You've offered me a lot, at least.

[He exhales through his nose. He doesn't think that's true, either. If anything, Ion has given so much more in return.

More than that, this week . . . ]

My fate has already been decided. I won't fight it.

[Even so, Ion doesn't let go of his hand. He holds on, steady, even as his voice gets smaller.]

I know I can't force you to change the way that you see yourself...but your constant companionship and support has helped me so much.

[Maybe it's not the same for Sandalphon. He doesn't know. Maybe he's just been annoying, an obligation, someone to worry needlessly over because he keeps getting himself hurt and keeps trying to hide it. But, still...]

No matter where we both must go, I wouldn't ever forget these kindnesses.

[That sentiment can't last. His vision focuses and Sandalphon pulls his hand free from Ion's grasp. Already, his skin feels bare without that tender touch. He doesn't look Ion in the eyes.]

As long as you're my partner, I'll take care of you. It's the least that I can do.

[Whatever it takes.]

...I see.

[He knows it's not a rejection, not necessarily, but Ion's hand feels so cold again. Instinctively, he brings it back around to hug himself.]

I'll do the same.

[No matter what he must sacrifice.]

Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

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