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[walking through the halls while looking at some documents. he stops after a while to yawn, rubbing his puffed and tired eyes. he's definitely been up for several days, researching something]

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[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.]

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[walks over, taking his hand]

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[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.

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

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...

[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.

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["So have many of us."]

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

I just want you to know that.

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

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[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.]

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

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Can you keep a secret?

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[nods]

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There was one that had hurt me so far. Only one.

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[just listens, holding him]

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[Takes his hand and writes down her name. His face is distant, but deep inside, a spiteful hatred for that girl exists.]


...my former Fon Guardian.

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[mouths her name, then holds his hands]

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[Sounding sheepish now, which is totally unlike him.]

Well, I shouldn't complain. I'm not a victim.

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[just holds him closer]

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...hm? You want to know more about me?

[tearsfrozen.livejournal.com]

["You're one of the few originals I've yet to get to know. You're also-" hesitates, thinking "-interesting."]

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[Chuckles.]

I seen quite a lot.

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[draws a question mark on his shoulder]

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...

[He hesitates. He knows he got someone stuck on him now. This why he pushed a lot of people away. There's a monster inside of him that hurts people when they close.]

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[holds him for a few seconds more, then reaches up and strokes the pulse point in his throat]

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[He gets tense and skittish at that and backs away. Here we go again.]

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