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[fabrecation]

[Filtered to Guy//Ridiculously hackable Unhackable]

Hey, Guy? My hair's getting kind of long... Could you come cut it for me? I'd do it myself, but I can't really see back there...


[Filtered to Ion//So hackable it hurts Unhackable]

Ion, can I talk to you? It's important.

[/Filter]


[Now that those are out of the way, Luke rests his chin in his hand and stares off to the side, lost in thought. The thing he wanted to talk to Ion about... It's been weighing heavily on his mind ever since he heard it. Luke isn't sure what to think of it, or even how to feel about it. There's a sort of happiness inside him, sure, but... he can't deny the hesitation and confusion he feels. So, after a few minutes, he opens up the journal again to ask the general populace:]

What do you think it means to have a soul?

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[fabrecation]

Mmhmm. It's really strange... but good, too. I don't really know how else to describe it.

[But he doesn't have to, right?]

[fourteen]

[ no.... he doesn't. ]

I'm not sure what it means for us, though. I mean, if I have a soul... [ what happened when she went back into Sora, then? if she's not just memories... if she really exists -- then what happened to her?

it's honestly a little frightening to think about. ] ... it's good to know that, but kind of scary at the same time.

[fabrecation]

Heh... Why do you think I asked everyone what it meant? It's strange, good, scary... It could mean a lot of things, and not having an idea just makes it sound worse than it is.

So I'm trying to figure it out. [For our sakes. And not just the two of them; Ion, and any other replica who might be here, too.]

[fourteen]

... you know, I've had a long time to think about it. She told me she could see my soul months ago... I've thought about it ever since then.

I mean, if I have a soul, then....

[ too insecure. a Filter goes here. ]

... doesn't that mean I have to be real? I don't know... I'm just memories. How can memories have a soul?

[Filtered]

[fabrecation]

[Then that would mean he's real, too. He isn't just memories; he's a perfect replica of Asch. He's got everything but the memories.

But... still.]

What if I told you that I think you're a lot more than just memories?

[Filtered]

[fourteen]

[ ... well, this face will happen. but at the same time ... she isn't really sure what to make of that. she ... IS just memories. what point is he making?

though red in the face, she ... slowly shakes her head, trying to show she doesn't quite understand. ]

[Filtered]

[fabrecation]

Memories were what you were created from, sure. Just like how I was created from fonons. But... look at what you've become, Xion! You've lived here for... how long, now? And you've had so much time to make friends, do things you've never done before. You like jewelry, you like sunsets, you like ice cream - you've found so many new things... Things that memories can't do by themselves.

You're not just memories, Xion. Not anymore. You're... way more than that.

You're Xion.

[Filtered]

[fourteen]

[ there is a lengthy pause. then, weakly: ]

I like books and dresses and flowers too, you know... you can't forget those!

[ has anyone ... ever really said anything quite like that to her before? "You're you" is one thing, but this is .... this is different, somehow. it... he....

the smile that blooms across her face is this pale, wonderful thing. ]

Xion ... you make my name sound important, somehow. [ a tiny laugh. ] Like it's ... really worth something.

[Filtered]

[fabrecation]

Because it is worth something.

[...]

At least, to me, it is. How weird do you think it'd be to go running around shouting "Hey, you!" all the time when I'm trying to talk to you? [He smiles a little and shifts in his place, looking at the flowers on the windowsill - she does like flowers, doesn't she... Luke has to briefly wonder if she's seen his.] When I look at you, I don't see memories of someone else. I see someone who laughs, smiles, cries... I see someone who fights back when I ruffle her hair. Someone who can tackle the hell out of me.

I don't just see someone called Xion... I see you.

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[fourteen]

[ . . . ]

[Filtered]

[fourteen]

Luke, I...

[ she almost tells him. right at that moment, she almost tells him exactly how she feels, how long she's felt it, everything.

almost.

at the last second, her breath hitches just a tiny bit, and .... she lets out a big sigh, smiling. it's warm, a little wounded, and so, so happy. ]

... thank you.

[Filtered]

[fabrecation]

[He looks back at the journal at the little pause- what was that for?

... Probably just surprised. He knows he would be, if someone said something like that to him. And once he receives that note of gratitude... He gives a full smile.]

... Yeah. You're welcome.