[ch. 7] post-investigation, w/ ion

[asswipe]

[HEY, FELLOW SHADY TWEEN.

After Veronica's gone through all the stages of grief—]

... I heard about what happened. Are you okay?

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[asswipe]

... I didn't. I didn't know.

[Ah. Making friends with the sicklies was a mistake because this keeps happening.]

But— You're not in your world anymore. Isn't there something that can be done about that?

[fonlines]

Ah. I'm sorry you had to learn this way, then. [ He seems... genuinely apologetic. He'd assumed that after he snapped at Natsuo in public... ] I have known about this since I was very young, before I became ill at all.

[ He'll just let that sink in for a moment, it and any possible implications. He doesn't really qualify as sickly anymore anyway, his health fine other than for the lingering effects of having been dwindling for over a year prior to any miracle cure. ]

Last week, my counterpart wished for my health, and all I wanted to ask him was 'why? Why would you do such a thing? Why would you throw away a wish that way?' Not in the least because I suspect that if I ever go back, regardless of my own health, it will be made to happen- one way, or another.

[asswipe]

[...]

It's not your fault. You don't have to apologize.

[Except, now she's a sad sack. She doesn't know what to make of it. She can't even begin to wrap her head around what kind of screwed up life both Ions must have had up until this point? But.]

If... If it'll be made to happen if you go back, then don't. Don't go back. There has to be a way that you can leave with someone else.