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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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Fight. Against whoever or whatever there was. Just fight.

Just fight until the end? Why?

Because you can either fight or give up and wait to die.

... Yeah, that's true.

[And after a pause:] I think that's what I'd do, too. Fight until I can't do it anymore.

Well... I think I would keep training and trying to get better! Maybe try completing the Pokedex for Professor Oak.

... but I think I'd just end up training.

Make them kill you. Make them have to try. Not sit there and make it easy.

[She thinks of violent deaths, automatically, but, given thought, she could apply it to illness or any other kind of death.]

[...Dammit all, Luke.]

I'd do what mattered.

[And he doesn't need to explain that.

...]

[Who knew Auldrant was full of such philosophers? Ginji has his journal open - for a change of focus every so often as he goes about finishing up chores. That is, as close as they ever get to being finished.]

Well, I think I'd want to spend them with the people I care about most, doing something I really enjoy or something I always thought about and never got around to.

[It takes him a long moment to respond again. But when he does, there's a filter and a slower pace in his writing. He didn't want to be at the bar right now, but...]

I should be home soon. Mind if I pick something up for you on my way back?

[Unfortunately for Luke, he really is at the point where he can't do it anymore. He'd still try - drawing and writing and talking and doing as much as he can without having to go outside or walk too much. Honestly, just getting to the door was tiresome.

But still. He's fought all this time... So he can understand.]

Do whatever it takes, huh? I think I like the sound of that.

Edited 2012-07-04 21:43 (UTC)

[Video, huh... Luke thinks he can manage that. As long as he's out of sight, anyway, and stopping if his voice gets too weak.]

What's a Pokedex? Something to do with Pokemon?

[What mattered... No, he doesn't need to explain, even if it stings a little.

And it's okay that Guy's gone. Really, Luke would rather he be out and doing his own thing rather than constantly stay at home watching over the sick redhead. Guy should have his own life, not cater to Luke's fading one.

Still, he can't help raising his head and brightening slightly when Guy writes that he's coming home soon.]

... Sure, if you want to. I guess I'm kind of hungry. [And hell if he can make his own food right now save for a simple sandwich.]

Huh... Really? Like what?

[Voice is okay... Luke might sound a little tired, but that's all right. He'll just stop if it gets too bad.]

Whatever it takes, whatever you can. Something to do to fight.

[Yep. Guy's had to take over the kitchen enough in the last week or so to realize that. Sorry, man.]

Food it is, then. I'll try and surprise you.

[He would've gotten something regardless of whether Luke had said yes or not. But hey, this just makes it a little easier.

It's about 40 minutes before the front door opens, a small package underneath Guy's arm as he glances into the living room. Had Luke had enough energy to venture out of his bed today?]

[...not a very cheerful topic, was it?]

[Perhaps it's because the camera is covered, or perhaps it's just that he's not paying much attention outside of the question, but Ion doesn't immediately associate the handwriting with Luke. His answer is just a bit more honest because of it.]

Live each day just like any other day. I wouldn't want the people I care about to worry about me. [...] Though it's difficult to say how one would act until they actually have to face such a thing.

[ That sounds...sad. ] I'd ask everyone to play with me, and I guess I'd want to fly one last time! And I'd ask Katara or grandpa or someone for the biggest party ever, with games and toys and things, and I'd [ want to see her family again :| ] ask everyone to tell me lots and lots of stories. And then I guess I'd go to bed.

Edited 2012-07-04 22:28 (UTC)

[ .... yes, well.

Xion's been a very brave girl lately. And when she sees this, she manages, somehow, to only gently shut her journal, breathe out through her nose, and head over to check on Luke. She doesn't tell him she's coming. He's probably used to her popping up via portal by now. It's been happening more and more frequently of late.

She's not even 100% certain it's him. The writer was careful to keep themselves out of the frame. But the timing of it is had to ignore. And even if, on some off chance, it wasn't Luke who wrote this, it reminds her strongly of him anyway. It reminds her of her own slow death. Of how she posed this very question to herself, back then, but wasn't brave enough to really ask.

Sometimes, when she's certain he's asleep - checked, more than once, just in case - she sits by his bedside and cries, silently, because it's getting harder and harder to let her grief show anywhere else.

Today, though, she's calm. Maybe because she knows he's awake. And her smile is gentle, though perhaps a little drawn. ]

Hey.

Edited (EDIIIIIITS) 2012-07-04 22:51 (UTC)

Heh... I like to think I'd do that, if it started happening to me.

[And since he rather likes her answer:] I'm Luke. ... fon Fabre.

I'm Clove.

[His voice sounds a bit concerned when he responds.]

"I suppose I would consider what there was that I could accomplish before my demise. Whatever was most worthwhile, I would focus my efforts upon that purpose.

Why do you ask?"

Yep, you've got it! I'm guessin' you've seen some of them here, too? Great! That cuts down a lot of explaining.

[He has! At least, enough to be sitting on the couch with a blanket over his hair and around his shoulders. It's more for himself than anything, to hide the way he looks even from himself.

And when the door opens, Luke sits up straighter and smiles wide when Guy gets inside.]

Hey! [And he glances at the package under his arm.] So what'd you get?

I would go give everybody I liked a hug, and [he pauses for a moment here] maybe I'd play some games too, because I don't think you can play games if you're dead.

[...Well, if this isn't concerning Firo doesn't know what is.]

First I'd make sure they were actually qualified to tell me that.

[Considering they only get one chance, some people write off life awfully quickly, in Firo's opinion.]

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