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[relinquishing]

"Sit back, relax, prop your feet up if you need to. Let me get you something to drink, and we'll talk!"

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[relinquishing]

[The blonde blinks up groggily at the younger boy for a long moment, shifting his weight with a slight grimace. His first intention was, in fact, to try and sit up... but hearing the tension and fatigued tinge of worry in Ion's voice was enough to keep him still for the moment.

What... what had happened?]

I've... felt better. Not gonna lie.

[He slowly brings a hand up, meaning to rest it against his forehead... and hesitating when he sees the coating of blood stained up his gloves and sleeve.

Something wasn't right.

What had happened?]

/pat pat

[distressedude]

[Ion sees Guy's expression change when he sees his hand, realizing right away what it likely means. He doesn't remember what happened. He doesn't know what he's done. And how could he? It wasn't as though he had any control of his body or mind... Sync had made sure of that.]

[But even knowing what Guy's answer might be, he has to ask. There's a definite edge of seriousness in his voice.]

...Guy. Can you remember the last thing that happened before you woke up here?

Hardest part about this tag - spending 5 minutes choosing an icon.

[relinquishing]

[His hand moves to rest in his hair, fingers clenching and expression tight.]

I... Luke and I, we... we'd just left the apartment... going to the Battle Dome...

I ran ahead...

And..

...

[-- and then what?

...

He... fell?

Yeah... that...

That sounded right.

Knees hitting the ground, a finger wrapped against his

arm

and pain

pain pain

pain and the sifting of thoughts and PANIC and HORROR and

Anger.

Uncontrolled.

Unable to be tamed.

Unable to be held back.

Pain and PAIN and

letting that control slip

through

his

grasp

His face slowly pales, fingers clenching harder into his hair as his eyes widen.

Anger anger anger and the pulling of weapons, the clashing of metal.

The rush of adrenaline.

The catch of sword on flesh.

Knocking a blade away.

Not away - through...

a feeling of finality - of triumph, of wrath having its way

the flash of black

the spattering of blood

a shower of feathers

the force of a blade

cutting

through

bone

and

screaming

SCREAMING

The scent of blood suddenly becomes so very strong, so evident and pronounced.

He's trembling.

Trembling so hard, so suddenly.

I...

I killed...

I killed...

...]

...I-Ion.

[His voice is quiet and shaking.]

Where...

Where is Luke...

/KNOWS THIS FEEL

[distressedude]

[Ion doesn't know what to do. This was different from last time, when Guy had only attacked Luke... but this time the outcome was so much worse. And the only thing Ion could do was sit and watch as Guy remembers, whether that be in pieces or entirety. He keeps his hand in his lap, his eyes fixed on Guy's face. He's never seen Guy like this before -- so unsure, so scared -- and it only serves to make this whol situation feel even more unreal than it already did.]

[When Guy finally speaks, Ion's reply is immediate.]

Luke is fine.

[He doesn't know that. He doesn't know what became of Luke at all. He was gone by the time Ion had arrived. But he needs to believe it. He needs to believe Luke is all right, that the healers got to him in time, that he's just resting in the clinic and sleeping off his pain... he needs to believe it so strongly, when he says it, he very nearly convinces himself that it's the truth. And that's likely the only thing holding him together right now, outside of his immediate concern for Guy.]

[But his face doesn't look happy. Because that sentence isn't over yet. Perhaps it's just the events of the day wearing him down, but he's not in a position to soften the blow about the truth of what happened.]

[He can't look Guy in the eyes when he continues, staring instead down at his lap.]

...but Asch is dead.

[relinquishing]

[Luke is fine.

The blonde shuts his eyes and forces himself to relax again, keeping silent to Ion's statement. Luke was alive, and that itself was a small comfort right now. But Asch...

He... killed Asch.

To assume that healers would have reached them both in time was a bit ridiculous, wasn't it? And with the way Asch had been injured... Guy wasn't sure that even the best of healers could have revived him in time.

The silence is thick for another long moment before Guy finally speaks again, his voice just a little stronger than before.]

I assume the curse slot's been removed, then.

[If Ion was here, that was probably the case... although, hadn't he been sick? He glances over - Ion looked a little better than the last time he and Guy had spoken, but he still seemed so frail.

Whether that was because of the fonic arte he just used or something else entirely wasn't about to be questioned.]

You feeling alright?

/I think I just beat you in lateness....

[distressedude]

[Ion nods, still unable to lift his gaze to meet Guy's.] Yes. I removed it shortly after you were brought here.

[But at Guy's question, he has to look up. After everything that's happened, after what Ion just told him... he's asking about Ion? For a moment, he looks genuinely lost as to what to say.]

...I'm the one who should be asking you. You've been unconscious this whole time.

[Many unspoken words hang just off the tip of his tongue, but he can't bring himself to say them. Asch is dead. He was killed by your blade. How are you so calm about this? Why...? It would be cruel to ask such things, and he knows it. It wasn't Guy's fault. It was the Curse Slot... and even then, not knowing the details of what happened, there's no telling whether Asch had even been a target at all.]

[And even if he had... what was there for Guy to say? Guy and Asch weren't friends. He had no obligation to feel anything about killing him, other than perhaps the guilt of knowing he indirectly caused the death of an innocent man.]

[But perhaps the truth of the matter was Asch was Ion's friend. And even knowing Guy wasn't the right one to blame for his death, and that this wasn't the same Guy who Asch had been involved with... he still wanted Guy to feel something for him.]