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[drops the papers, but reaches up to hold him instead, looking down at him quizzically]

[Ion rubs his eyes as he looks up. In a groggy tone.]

Do you know what time is it?

[takes his hand, writing on it. "After dark."]

[Ion blinks, confused at first until he figures he's spelling out letters. When he looks out the window, it is indeed dark.]

So it is.

[With a free hand, he cover his mouth to yawn. Then he looks at the papers on the floor.]

Oh, it seems you drop your papers. Let me help you.

[He bends down to pick them up.]

[goes to help him just as Ion picks up the information he tried to gather about replicas taking on their original's illnesses]

...

[Ion eyes scan the papers a bit. He understand what the documents are talking about. His expression is unreadable.

With the papers he collected, he hands it back to him.]

Done some research on your own, I see.

[nods, putting the papers back in order, then tucks them under an arm to talk. "Replicas shouldn't have to get as ill as they do." looks at him, a little sad]

[Ion just...carefully steps back, trying not to get close. The nightmare he just had about Arietta is still freshly replaying in his mind and the mention of illness? That gave Ion an uneasy feeling.

That guy probably cares for his innocent replica.]

I see. No, they shouldn't.

[looks at him for a quiet moment, then draws him into a hug, holding him firmly]

[It's a very quite sound, but Ion is hyperventilating.]

No, I'm not the Ion you want to protect. It's the replica you want.

[starts slightly, then shakes his head, writing on his shoulder. "You're the original, the one that suffered the most."]

[Looks up at him with his eyes. They looked haunted.]

...you won't find my illness here. My illness is gone.

[strokes his hair back, looking at him, worried]

[He steps back, wary. There's a certain envy in his tone.]

...you would do that to every Ion.

["Not every. The ones that need it."]

[Just walks away even further, stopping every now and then to breathe. Using Sync's voice just to test how the other would react.]

Ha...ha...ha...hahahaha...I don't need anything.

[There's an uneasiness in his laughter.]

[walks over, taking his hand]

[In the past, nothing can penetrate through his laughing mask. He wears it as if it's natural, a part of him.

Now...the mask no longer works anymore.

He allows this stranger, this friend of the other Ion's to hold his hand. His voice now almost sound fragile.]

But you don't know me.

[writing on his hand "It doesn't matter."]

...

[He's silent for some time. Besides, Van and one misfit (http://misfrequency.livejournal.com/), nobody knows his sordid past.]

But I'm a killer. I killed.

["So have many of us."]

[Cryptic and vague as ever as he tries to hide the horrible memories.]

I just want you to know that.

[looks at him for a moment, then tugs him close]

[He's not sure how to feel from this. This Ion is very distant.]

Ah, thank you. But you should take care of my replicas. They're weaker than me. [And can sure put up many defenses.]

[writing on his shoulder. "They don't hurt the way you do."]