after the body announcement ichiro texts kon and is going to just find beau. probably later in the night, whenever she's not attached to caleb as she should be. 8( after some point they will probably just bring her back to the dorm? this sounds right. ]
[it's probably like, really late in the night yeah. she's like, stupid drunk, and completely silent. her hair is down and mussed up, in her face, but she's at least healed a little bit better than she was before! her burns and frostbite is less severe, the cuts and bruises are partially healed, and she's only slightly hunched from the cracked rib and very sore arm.
she smells very strongly of weed and alcohol, actually.]
kon shoots a text to ichiro once he's located where their wayward monk is, making his way over and coming to just - ( flurry voice ) sniff, oh she's Gone, huh - drop down to sit next to her, on the right. it means that his left arm is free to move, but he doesn't. not yet.
just waits, and quietly stares out for a few minutes. ]
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[ this is about what he was expecting so. i imagine they probably walked her upstairs into the dorm, so, ichiro disappears for a minute and comes back with a cup of water (with a straw in it) and an extra blanket, and then comes and sits down on beau's left side, instead. ]
...hey, Beau.
[ and just hooks his arm around her for a hug, because fuck it. ]
[ah, no! that's bad actually because she thought she was done crying, but surprise, she has another round of it in her! ichiro hugs her and she just absolutely loses her shit, like - full on, miserable ugly sobbing. she's a mess.]
[ well this is just going to happen, then. once ichiro's joined them, and beau starts to fall apart all over again, kon shifts closer so that he's flush with beau's side, his arm coming up and wrapping around her carefully underneath where ichiro's got his arm.
if she needs to fall apart, they'll be there to keep the pieces all in one place so that she can come back together again. ]
[ yeah. they're just gonna sandwich her together like this, that's fine. ichiro even rocks them a little bit - ever the soothing presence, ever the big brother. he's held saburo and jiro when they cried, too, and right now, he's maximum caring. they can stay like this for the rest of the night if that's what beau needs.
he does give kon a little bit of a look over her head, though. worried. determined, a little, too. sad. ]
[it takes her a while to calm down enough to even - do anything, at all. by the end of it she's utterly, thoroughly exhausted, hiccupping. it's a good thing they're holding her up because she's totally limp, and she's - like, taking measured breaths, like she's going to throw up from crying so hard.
[ kon looks back at him, notably biting the inside of his cheek. there's not anything that they can do, really, except hold her through the worst of it. she'll be a mess for a while yet and he knows that, can feel it in the way she's boneless.
his eyes drop down to beau, back to ichiro, and he raises his eyebrows as he takes an exaggerated breath.
then he drops his head, turns it, gently setting his forehead against beau's temple. ]
Keep breathing, just like that. [ and another, pronounced inhale - then exhale. ]
[ for some reason my dumb ass thought it was beau's turn all this time holy shit
anyway yeah. he gets what's being picked up and put down, so, ichiro shifts a little bit, keeping his arm wound tight around beau - holding her up, the best he can - and matches his breathing with kon's, paying attention. it still hurts - his ribs ache, even with the double healing - but he's trying to stay calm. who knows, maybe this will be nice to use later if he gets so mad he can't see straight again.
[eventually, she settles. it's touch and go, but she manages.
and she's quiet, for a little while, before she speaks up, voice cracked and ruined.]
Yesterday. [she says, unsteadily.] Y-yesterday he did a stupid fucking... card reading. [hiccup.] He did a card reading for all of us. When he pulled his own, it was Home.
[the urge to wail rises up in her again, but she's so tired. she just lays there.]
I fucking - hate fortunes. I fucking hate - I hate this place.
[ once she's settled, kon won't put ichiro through this breathing, and winds up just - there, keeping her set up. but when she's finally able to speak again, he can't help but close his eyes, holding back a grimace. this place... ]
... it's cruel. [ alli is cruel, actually! we hate alli! ] It's cruel and fucked up.
[ he just can't stop thinking about the memory from their little adventure for a moment, there, and - about the one beau shared with him before, too. it aches, resonates, and he nods to kon. we are just one big sad cuddle pile now. ]
... yeah. Fuck yeah we will. We've got stuff prepared, we'll - let's knock this shit out. You're gonna truth punch the hell out of someone who hurt him.
[ like beau had said earlier in the week. if you can't make things better, then you shouldn't make them worse. ichiro liked molly, liked his life philosophies, and right now, he's gonna hold onto those, too. even if this week has been absolutely fucking terrible from beginning to end - it's not gonna finish out that way, if he can help it. ]
except instead of being brought to tears, instead of breaking down, he's - breaking things. throwing a tantrum, almost. because it's futile anger, with nowhere he can channel it, because... manwol was either killed because someone was compelled to do it, or sakyou was, and the other was killed to "save them." save them from fucking what? what's the point?
his knuckles are already a little busted up. there's broken - pottery? dishware? glassware from the STEM lab? fragile things, hard to say exactly where he stole them from. but he's at least had the sense to throw them somewhere that he won't hit someone by mistake, and they can be cleaned up when he's exhausted himself. crash! ]
she can't say she didn't do the same thing. she was destructive too, and now she's making the rounds. she's on her way to winter from the woods when she sees kon. she doesn't try to stop him, though, or really say anything, she's just quiet and off to the side, arms folded across her chest.
she will let him wear himself out. and all the while, she's keeping an eye out for ichiro, wherever he might be.]
[ well. he's just kind of - gone, for a while, actually. while kon's being destructive, and it takes ichiro a while to return back to the dorm. when he hears loud noise, though, he stops from where he was going to just duck inside and makes his way around to the back.
watching kon just makes empathy boil up in his heart - the hurt returns again, the anger twisted up with it. manwol and sakyou both were important to him, and he stands a little distance away for a moment, clenching, unclenching his fists.
his thoughts come through before he does. the quiet, faraway repeated mantra - i'm strong. i'm strong. i'm strong. that carries on until he makes it to where beau is standing, and watches kon for a moment, too. ]
Fuck this. [ he says, quiet, nearly vibrating in place, but holding still, barely flinching as something glass kon throws hits a tree. fuck this. ]
[ ichiro's thoughts are what alert him that someone is there, but kon doesn't stop right away. just throws a few more glasses, a vase he's sure that iris won't blame him for later when she's out of viola, like the shattering will satisfy something in him.
(there's some off and on thoughts of sakyou's quiet but present fury, the gentle hand, the mild exhaustion with all of their shenanigans; manwol's mischievous smile, the coolness of her arms around him, the vulnerability she shared the last time that he saw her, just yesterday.)
it doesn't. it's obvious this has left him dissatisfied, breathing a little raggedly against a crushing weight bearing down on him. that, more than anything else, causes him to sink, then drop right on his ass, bringing both hands up to dig the heels of his palms against his eyes before he scrubs his fingers into his hair. ]
[Last thing I really did to him was screw with him.
she thinks, a little distant. but then it's nothing - it's just instructions. breathe in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out.
when kon drops to the ground, beau reaches and takes ichiro's hand, and leads him over to sit down right in the dirt. they're both much bigger than her, but she doesn't really care. she just reaches and pulls them both in.]
[ ichiro - laughs, a little. it's sort of humorless, surprised out of him, but he lets this happen, just dropping down and letting beau pull him in, good arm moving to hook around her. ] Sorry. [ quietly. ] Habit.
... the last time I saw Manwol-san, I thought she was part of Chuuoku. [ a flash of static memory, there - the women who run the party of words, the dictatorship that runs his home. ichiro's brow furrows, angrier, angrier, and he shakes his head. ] ...least I can remember them both, now.
[ ichiro only has the one hand, at the moment, so he just kind of leans in to kon to complete this sad depressed angry circle - as he tries to follow the trail of beau's thoughts. breathe in, breathe out. ]
[ no resistance comes, when beau brings ichiro over to join him, and he instead just leans into them with a miserable noise in his throat. his eyes are wet, but it's obviously just as much frustration as it is grief. he's so angry, his temper grinding gears together in his head so that there's just a stream of squiggles and scribbles and grating thoughts for a moment.
but though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, squeezes its way out, kon's voice more thoughtful and reflective. an older memory of this place. it feels like forever ago. ]
She'll make you pay her back for it. [ breathe in, breathe out, he echoes in actions more than thought. it still shudders and hisses a little through his teeth, but steadies, slowly, surely. ] And Sakyou won't let any of us live it down if we don't figure things out.
[she's quiet, in the way she gets when she's concentrating. breathe in, breathe out.
there's anger in her, but she can't let it out, right now. she won't. instead, she rolls her shoulders a little, and redirects. she tucks them both close, and exhales slow.]
I'll do whatever I can to help figure it out. [...] Glasses didn't work last night. So I don't have that. But I have my ki.
the good thing about everything sucking is that at least you have good people to spend time with after everything sucks. ichiro's clean and no longer soaking wet, only sporting a black eye (?) and otherwise in very good condition! the group has piled together on one of the big beds, there are comfy blankets everywhere, and he sets down a big bowl of popcorn unceremoniously on the bed before coming to just
vibe with beau and kon after all of this. he is very tall and made of limbs so he kind of scooches in to the side to make sure there's space for everybody to Vibe TM and snuggle close, just as much as needing of the physical affection as likely everyone else. ]
I don't think I've ever been this tired in my entire life. [ jesus ]
[ as they get arranged, kon holds out - a flask, shoving it into beau's hands now that she's no longer brainwashed. ] Potion.
[ heal your shit. but otherwise, he's made of limbs and broad shoulders right along with ichiro, so he's just going to let the two of them sort out the arrangements as he lays there in one spot. it's not like he hasn't been bodily laid on by numerous people or anything, eight weeks in, so this isn't that strange a thing to him. especially not with the two of them.
but he is so clearly also tired. ]
I feel like whatever sleep I got after the daycare let out and before these field trips just completely evaporated into thin air.
[beau stumbled out of summer dorm with an exploded arm, slightly healed, several stab wounds, not healed, a shitton of glass stabwounds, unhealed, and a horrible cough. she's also probably been stupid to try and wrangle because she really just wants to try and figure out how to enroll in classes for next year.
but once she's rewritten, she's just disoriented, mostly. her head was so fucked with that she barely even was able to register what was going on half the time. she's quiet, weirdly so, but she takes the flask when he offers it, and drinks.
cough, cough. she doesn't say anything, just curls up between them.]
[ at least she is no longer brainwashed. having also had his head fucked with today by whatever the hell that mess was, ichiro once again is just thinking about how much he wants to go home - his free hand is gently holding onto the picture of his brothers from his wallet, absently running over the glossy material like he can commit it even further to his memory.
he glances over the top of beau's head to kon, for a second, and then settles to gently rest his cheek on top of beau's head, getting a little more comfortable, too. quiet's fine. he can deal with quiet. ]
Mm. [ it wasn't much, either. he's not so sure he'll be sleeping well, tonight, if it's like any other night. ] Kinda miss our stupid pillow fort. [ this is a very gentle, quiet joke. ]
[ hasn't he had his memories played with enough? haven't they all had their minds fucked with enough? kon is tired of this place and the shit it puts them through, of the choices that don't mean anything, of having everything upended just for some stupid story. there's nothing satisfying here.
save, maybe, this. just settling in on beau's other side, as if they can barricade her and use each other to shore up their defenses while they finally, finally, get to decompress for a bit. it feels like everything has been nonstop.
there's rest, now, and he catches ichiro's look out of the corner of his eye before his cheek settles to mirror ichiro - a small bonk to ichiro's head, and then it's just black on black on brown.
[she coughs a little again, and then shifts and settles so that she's got her back leaning against kon, her fingers coming up to tangle into ichiro's shirt. she's exhausted, and - sad, just. sad. even the joke doesn't do much - she can't get herself to finish it out, as much as she wants to.
she helped kill someone, for what feels like no reason at all, just - following a story that's being written for her. she's tried so hard her entire life to not have that be a thing.
[ oh, if that doesn't just hit in the gut. he would've laughed at the little comment, otherwise, but looking at beau, hearing the sadness in her voice and the way she holds onto his shirt, and seeing that picture in his hand...
ichiro quiets down.
he's thought it before, but especially in the past few weeks, stronger than ever. when he'd broken down on - on iris (he can't think about it, not right now) and thought it when their thoughts were being broadcast. he misses ikebukuro. he misses his division. he misses the grocer's shop and the creaky floorboards in the yorozuya, he misses his brothers' laughter - he misses their fighting, he misses it with every part of his being, so fiercely beyond every other emotion he's felt in the tumultuous, hellish eight weeks they've spent here.
his voice is soft, aching, and his arm tightens where it's around beau. ] ...I do, too.
kon settles with his arm loosely around beau, taking a deep breath and staring off into the void of the room around them. how many times have all of them thought it? would it have been kinder to let beau have a little more time, assigned like that? (no, it wouldn't have - let her feel and know her emotions as her own, rather than some stranger's.) he can only hope that they're here, at the end, for real now, instead of being just brought along on some stupid line with no light at the end of the tunnel.
he won't think about the uncertainty that he's heading back to. even with the wishes that have been written into the story, he doesn't know what's in store, especially not when tsuyukusa probably isn't rejoining him right away. but it must be okay. it has to. he can't let it be anything else.
he's quiet, a bit. then: ]
I want to see Exandria and the Empire sometime. [ softly ] And your Ikebukuro. After all this is over, and we've gotten a chance to be home for a while.
[she like - hiccups. she hiccups, and it's half a laugh and it's half decidedly not.
she wants to go home, but what is even waiting there for her? a fucking dragon, hellbent on killing her and her friends? lucien? the much more permanent and real deaths of her friends? she'd seen yasha, and veth, and her whole heart had crumbled to pieces with how much she misses them, how much she misses her family.
... she has this one. she has this one, at least, the two of them. she's less alone than she used to be, and she'll take - anything. anything to not feel like she's being torn to pieces.]
If I don't die, I'll show you. [she says, to the mattress mostly.] I'll visit. Somehow.
Mm. [ a little, agreeing noise. they've talked about this - he and kon, anyway. there's a nice little hope to the idea, of being able to visit each other, to move from place to place. to leave the trauma of this place behind without losing the people.
(the way he talks about his home makes me want to see it. like if i could just step foot in it, it'd be like finding another place to belong.)
something in his chest aches. ]
... I'd like it - I want to come too. Maybe... bring Jiro and Saburo, too. They'd - they'd go nuts. I wanna introduce you to 'em so bad, both of you. Saburo'd think you're wild, Kon. And Jiro'd - hah, he might like Beau even more than me.
[ he shifts, a little, curling inwards, that soft tone aching with fondness, something small and bright that peeks through the misery. ] ...If you come to me, I'll cook for you. In my kitchen, with my bros. 's different than a cafeteria.
[ it's home. it's family. ] Don't have any crazy magic, or anything, but I've got that.
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after the body announcement ichiro texts kon and is going to just find beau. probably later in the night, whenever she's not attached to caleb as she should be. 8( after some point they will probably just bring her back to the dorm? this sounds right. ]
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she smells very strongly of weed and alcohol, actually.]
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kon shoots a text to ichiro once he's located where their wayward monk is, making his way over and coming to just - ( flurry voice ) sniff, oh she's Gone, huh - drop down to sit next to her, on the right. it means that his left arm is free to move, but he doesn't. not yet.
just waits, and quietly stares out for a few minutes. ]
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...hey, Beau.
[ and just hooks his arm around her for a hug, because fuck it. ]
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if she needs to fall apart, they'll be there to keep the pieces all in one place so that she can come back together again. ]
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he does give kon a little bit of a look over her head, though. worried. determined, a little, too. sad. ]
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she won't, but it's a close thing.]
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his eyes drop down to beau, back to ichiro, and he raises his eyebrows as he takes an exaggerated breath.
then he drops his head, turns it, gently setting his forehead against beau's temple. ]
Keep breathing, just like that. [ and another, pronounced inhale - then exhale. ]
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anyway yeah. he gets what's being picked up and put down, so, ichiro shifts a little bit, keeping his arm wound tight around beau - holding her up, the best he can - and matches his breathing with kon's, paying attention. it still hurts - his ribs ache, even with the double healing - but he's trying to stay calm. who knows, maybe this will be nice to use later if he gets so mad he can't see straight again.
in, out. in, out. ]
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and she's quiet, for a little while, before she speaks up, voice cracked and ruined.]
Yesterday. [she says, unsteadily.] Y-yesterday he did a stupid fucking... card reading. [hiccup.] He did a card reading for all of us. When he pulled his own, it was Home.
[the urge to wail rises up in her again, but she's so tired. she just lays there.]
I fucking - hate fortunes. I fucking hate - I hate this place.
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... it's cruel. [ alli is cruel, actually! we hate alli! ] It's cruel and fucked up.
But we'll catch who did it.
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... yeah. Fuck yeah we will. We've got stuff prepared, we'll - let's knock this shit out. You're gonna truth punch the hell out of someone who hurt him.
[ like beau had said earlier in the week. if you can't make things better, then you shouldn't make them worse. ichiro liked molly, liked his life philosophies, and right now, he's gonna hold onto those, too. even if this week has been absolutely fucking terrible from beginning to end - it's not gonna finish out that way, if he can help it. ]
w6 friday
except instead of being brought to tears, instead of breaking down, he's - breaking things. throwing a tantrum, almost. because it's futile anger, with nowhere he can channel it, because... manwol was either killed because someone was compelled to do it, or sakyou was, and the other was killed to "save them." save them from fucking what? what's the point?
his knuckles are already a little busted up. there's broken - pottery? dishware? glassware from the STEM lab? fragile things, hard to say exactly where he stole them from. but he's at least had the sense to throw them somewhere that he won't hit someone by mistake, and they can be cleaned up when he's exhausted himself. crash! ]
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she can't say she didn't do the same thing. she was destructive too, and now she's making the rounds. she's on her way to winter from the woods when she sees kon. she doesn't try to stop him, though, or really say anything, she's just quiet and off to the side, arms folded across her chest.
she will let him wear himself out. and all the while, she's keeping an eye out for ichiro, wherever he might be.]
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watching kon just makes empathy boil up in his heart - the hurt returns again, the anger twisted up with it. manwol and sakyou both were important to him, and he stands a little distance away for a moment, clenching, unclenching his fists.
his thoughts come through before he does. the quiet, faraway repeated mantra - i'm strong. i'm strong. i'm strong. that carries on until he makes it to where beau is standing, and watches kon for a moment, too. ]
Fuck this. [ he says, quiet, nearly vibrating in place, but holding still, barely flinching as something glass kon throws hits a tree. fuck this. ]
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(there's some off and on thoughts of sakyou's quiet but present fury, the gentle hand, the mild exhaustion with all of their shenanigans; manwol's mischievous smile, the coolness of her arms around him, the vulnerability she shared the last time that he saw her, just yesterday.)
it doesn't. it's obvious this has left him dissatisfied, breathing a little raggedly against a crushing weight bearing down on him. that, more than anything else, causes him to sink, then drop right on his ass, bringing both hands up to dig the heels of his palms against his eyes before he scrubs his fingers into his hair. ]
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she thinks, a little distant. but then it's nothing - it's just instructions. breathe in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out.
when kon drops to the ground, beau reaches and takes ichiro's hand, and leads him over to sit down right in the dirt. they're both much bigger than her, but she doesn't really care. she just reaches and pulls them both in.]
None of that strong shit. [she says, firmly.]
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... the last time I saw Manwol-san, I thought she was part of Chuuoku. [ a flash of static memory, there - the women who run the party of words, the dictatorship that runs his home. ichiro's brow furrows, angrier, angrier, and he shakes his head. ] ...least I can remember them both, now.
[ ichiro only has the one hand, at the moment, so he just kind of leans in to kon to complete this sad depressed angry circle - as he tries to follow the trail of beau's thoughts. breathe in, breathe out. ]
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but though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, squeezes its way out, kon's voice more thoughtful and reflective. an older memory of this place. it feels like forever ago. ]
She'll make you pay her back for it. [ breathe in, breathe out, he echoes in actions more than thought. it still shudders and hisses a little through his teeth, but steadies, slowly, surely. ] And Sakyou won't let any of us live it down if we don't figure things out.
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there's anger in her, but she can't let it out, right now. she won't. instead, she rolls her shoulders a little, and redirects. she tucks them both close, and exhales slow.]
I'll do whatever I can to help figure it out. [...] Glasses didn't work last night. So I don't have that. But I have my ki.
w...7...? post cyoas
the good thing about everything sucking is that at least you have good people to spend time with after everything sucks. ichiro's clean and no longer soaking wet, only sporting a black eye (?) and otherwise in very good condition! the group has piled together on one of the big beds, there are comfy blankets everywhere, and he sets down a big bowl of popcorn unceremoniously on the bed before coming to just
vibe with beau and kon after all of this. he is very tall and made of limbs so he kind of scooches in to the side to make sure there's space for everybody to Vibe TM and snuggle close, just as much as needing of the physical affection as likely everyone else. ]
I don't think I've ever been this tired in my entire life. [ jesus ]
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[ heal your shit. but otherwise, he's made of limbs and broad shoulders right along with ichiro, so he's just going to let the two of them sort out the arrangements as he lays there in one spot. it's not like he hasn't been bodily laid on by numerous people or anything, eight weeks in, so this isn't that strange a thing to him. especially not with the two of them.
but he is so clearly also tired. ]
I feel like whatever sleep I got after the daycare let out and before these field trips just completely evaporated into thin air.
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but once she's rewritten, she's just disoriented, mostly. her head was so fucked with that she barely even was able to register what was going on half the time. she's quiet, weirdly so, but she takes the flask when he offers it, and drinks.
cough, cough. she doesn't say anything, just curls up between them.]
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he glances over the top of beau's head to kon, for a second, and then settles to gently rest his cheek on top of beau's head, getting a little more comfortable, too. quiet's fine. he can deal with quiet. ]
Mm. [ it wasn't much, either. he's not so sure he'll be sleeping well, tonight, if it's like any other night. ] Kinda miss our stupid pillow fort. [ this is a very gentle, quiet joke. ]
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save, maybe, this. just settling in on beau's other side, as if they can barricade her and use each other to shore up their defenses while they finally, finally, get to decompress for a bit. it feels like everything has been nonstop.
there's rest, now, and he catches ichiro's look out of the corner of his eye before his cheek settles to mirror ichiro - a small bonk to ichiro's head, and then it's just black on black on brown.
kon does laugh a little, though. ]
Yeah. I miss the Beaufa.
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she helped kill someone, for what feels like no reason at all, just - following a story that's being written for her. she's tried so hard her entire life to not have that be a thing.
she just swallows hard.]
I wanna go home.
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ichiro quiets down.
he's thought it before, but especially in the past few weeks, stronger than ever. when he'd broken down on - on iris (he can't think about it, not right now) and thought it when their thoughts were being broadcast. he misses ikebukuro. he misses his division. he misses the grocer's shop and the creaky floorboards in the yorozuya, he misses his brothers' laughter - he misses their fighting, he misses it with every part of his being, so fiercely beyond every other emotion he's felt in the tumultuous, hellish eight weeks they've spent here.
his voice is soft, aching, and his arm tightens where it's around beau. ] ...I do, too.
[ god, he wants to go home. ]
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kon settles with his arm loosely around beau, taking a deep breath and staring off into the void of the room around them. how many times have all of them thought it? would it have been kinder to let beau have a little more time, assigned like that? (no, it wouldn't have - let her feel and know her emotions as her own, rather than some stranger's.) he can only hope that they're here, at the end, for real now, instead of being just brought along on some stupid line with no light at the end of the tunnel.
he won't think about the uncertainty that he's heading back to. even with the wishes that have been written into the story, he doesn't know what's in store, especially not when tsuyukusa probably isn't rejoining him right away. but it must be okay. it has to. he can't let it be anything else.
he's quiet, a bit. then: ]
I want to see Exandria and the Empire sometime. [ softly ] And your Ikebukuro. After all this is over, and we've gotten a chance to be home for a while.
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she wants to go home, but what is even waiting there for her? a fucking dragon, hellbent on killing her and her friends? lucien? the much more permanent and real deaths of her friends? she'd seen yasha, and veth, and her whole heart had crumbled to pieces with how much she misses them, how much she misses her family.
... she has this one. she has this one, at least, the two of them. she's less alone than she used to be, and she'll take - anything. anything to not feel like she's being torn to pieces.]
If I don't die, I'll show you. [she says, to the mattress mostly.] I'll visit. Somehow.
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(the way he talks about his home makes me want to see it. like if i could just step foot in it, it'd be like finding another place to belong.)
something in his chest aches. ]
... I'd like it - I want to come too. Maybe... bring Jiro and Saburo, too. They'd - they'd go nuts. I wanna introduce you to 'em so bad, both of you. Saburo'd think you're wild, Kon. And Jiro'd - hah, he might like Beau even more than me.
[ he shifts, a little, curling inwards, that soft tone aching with fondness, something small and bright that peeks through the misery. ] ...If you come to me, I'll cook for you. In my kitchen, with my bros. 's different than a cafeteria.
[ it's home. it's family. ] Don't have any crazy magic, or anything, but I've got that.