Week 2, Friday Post-Investigation - Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[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.]

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[fragileprophet]

[Ion takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and then finds it in him to smile. Maybe it's counter productive after the talk they had just that morning, but...habits die hard.]

I will. I'll feel at least a little better if I do.

[He turns around, looking at Sandalphon even if Sandalphon isn't looking back.]

Thank you for talking with me.