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[It's so bad now that Luke feels like he can barely get out of bed except for necessary needs. It's... honestly kind of strange. Sure, he's scared, and sure, he hates having to lay here and just wait for it to happen, despite writing and drawing to pass the time. But he isn't quite as terrified as he was just a month ago.

It's like he's accepted that this is happening in a quiet, somber sort of way.

There's pain every day, he's tired every day, he's thin and pale and looks as if he's just wasting away, as if he's all that's left after tiny pieces of himself slowly just... faded away. Even his hair seemed not quite as full as it ought to be.

He hated it, yes. But it's happening. And he's close to fading away completely, he knows that. Maybe that's why he's mostly okay with this. It can finally be over.

He'd only flipped through the journal to keep track of everyone. Now, though, he can't help being morbidly curious, in a way. So, making sure that he himself is out of sight, he writes slowly to the masses.]

If someone told you that you didn't have much longer to live, what would you do about it? What would you do with the last days of your life?

[It's a question that could be asked even by a curious healthy person, something to get people to think. He can think of it that way, and get answers that he might just need because of it.]

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You think so? I don't know... I feel like I'd just make everyone sad if I had someone with me.

[The way Xion would look at him sometimes. The way Guy looked after he sat with him during a separation episode...

It always reminded him of what was to come. It always made him want to withdraw further into his little shell.]

Be that as it may, I think they would rather be a little sad now, rather than look back and wish they had spent more time with you.

They'd feel better knowing you weren't trying to deal with everything on your own.

[...] Or at least, that how I think they would feel.

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I think them staying happy would be enough for me. [As in, dealing with something on his own.]

At least, that's how I'd feel.

[Ion stares at the page for a long while. Although it's not written, "I don't want to tell you" seems heavily implied.]

[But what is it he doesn't want to tell? Ion doesn't know if this is real or not. It could be about a friend, it could be about Luke, or it could very well just be a hypothetical situation for no particular reason.]

[Either way, the last thing he wants to do is badger Luke about his answer.]

I can understand that. It's difficult to tell people something when you know it would only hurt them. Perhaps especially if it's something important.

[There's a pause before Luke writes any more.]

Yeah.

[And now, on to other things.]

Sorry for talking about such depressing things... How've you been doing, Ion? ~~Did things~~ [As he realizes that might be a topic Ion does not want to approach. "Did things work out with Anise?"]

It's all right. [A pause.] ~~I'm~~

[It's almost frightening how easy it is to fall right into telling lies. Luke is keeping something from him -- that much is obvious -- but even so Ion couldn't bring himself to hold it against him. After all, Ion was the one who made that promise never to lie to Luke again. Whether or not Luke chose to follow suit was his business and his alone.]

I've been better. Though it's nothing that shouldn't resolve itself after a little time.

You wanna talk about it? Even if it does get better, talking might still help a little.

[... Just as long as they don't talk face to face. Luke hates even looking at himself in the mirror now.]

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