[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrecation) wrote2012-07-04 03:50 pm
fabrecation) wrote2012-07-04 03:50 pm
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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.]
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.]
[Voice]
[Kind of like an engine... It works great for a while, it starts showing signs and developing problems, and then you have to run maintenance on it to make sure it'll pull through and function properly.]
Once things are finished up there... [Hmm.] Well, once things are finished up and the ship's repaired, anyway. I'd hate to leave the Albiore III all banged up for too long.
[Voice]
It'll be really hard to leave. I...
[I'm not sure if I even want to go back.
Even though he knows he has to. It doesn't mean he really wants to.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
But I'm definitely going back. You don't have to worry about that.
[Though the smile he gives for himself is more forced than anything. Yes, he's definitely going back. He has an unbreakable duty to Auldrant, to see to it that the world is stable and its people are happy until the day he dies.
...
But still...]
[Voice]
No, I wasn't worried. I figure you'll do what's best, but...that still sounds tough.
[Voice]
[Voice]
[Ginji sighs. Unfortunately there isn't a whole lot of helping that.]
So, is there any particular reason you wanted to know? It's a pretty deep question.
[Voice]
Nah, not really. I was just... kind of curious, I guess. You know, when you think too much?
[Voice]
Believe it or not, I know all about thinking too much. It's not always a super great thing.