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Friday | Post-Investigation
[Sanji hangs out in the kitchen. And for once it's just to hide.
He's not cooking anything, dead silent all around. The knife in his hand is just a weight to focus on as he leans against the counter, staring into nothing.
Eventually he'll move to... fill a tea kettle with water -- not because he's thirsty, just for wont of something better to do -- but he moves like a ghost, expression worn and sad]
He's not cooking anything, dead silent all around. The knife in his hand is just a weight to focus on as he leans against the counter, staring into nothing.
Eventually he'll move to... fill a tea kettle with water -- not because he's thirsty, just for wont of something better to do -- but he moves like a ghost, expression worn and sad]
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Still, Ion's not one to call him on it. And, in fact, he immediately pulls his hand away like he believes he crossed a line and hugs himself with it instead.]
Yes.
[His gaze wanders toward the tea kettle. It seems like a safe place to train his sad eyes on.]
He told me that he was going to protect everyone. And I told him...not to strain himself. I had a feeling right away that he might do something irrational, but he was so happy...
[That was just two days ago.]
I wanted to share in that smile when I should have been warning him to be cautious, instead.
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What he can do is turn the conversation around, away from himself and back on Ion. A soft frown falls on his expression while shaking his head some]
He was gonna do whatever he wanted. None of us could've stopped him, short of locking him in a room.
[A tactic Sanji wishes he'd utilized, frankly.]
... I worry that might be the reason he... [Rubbing the nape of his neck]
Natsuo knew how to fight. Even for a friend, I don't think he would've just sat and taken a hit.
[Most likely he was tricked]
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[Ion blinks as his eyes burn, and waits for the sensation to stop before he continues. He won't cry. Not here, not now. This isn't the time. What they need right now, above all else, is resolve.]
No matter how much I think about it, it's still just...hard to believe.
[He knows, logically, that he doesn't actually know many of the people here that well. There are several he's spoken to frequently, more still that he'd say he's gotten relatively close to, as much as strangers can in such a short period of time, but...it just doesn't seem possible. It doesn't seem like any of them could do this to the most open and welcoming person here.]
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... Makes it a little hard to trust people, suddenly.
[He'd laugh if he had the stomach for it.]
Not that it was ever gonna be easy here, but if someone was willing to take out Natsuo, I don't have much faith any of us would be considered "safe."
[That was his mistake. He dared to think their ragtag community would have boundaries, and he was wrong.]
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[And yet. He feels the urge to laugh at himself, that said. He clenches a fist around his necklace.]
Perhaps we’d all be safer that way. But even now...I’d rather keep believing in everyone.
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Now? There is no nodding, or smiling. He looks at the other with a somber expression]
... Even so, you've got to be careful with that.
[Believing in everyone is the dangerous route, the one that'll kill him quicker.]
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[And despite his smile, it's possibly the saddest two words he's spoken so far.]
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Don't make him live through your death, Ion.
Please.
... God, he wishes he was selfish enough to ask for it
In the end, he can't say anything]
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Don't worry.