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[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[heeeeeeere's Death! The kid formerly known as Death is walking down the halls, dressed to go to bed, a little distant with fairly fresh tear marks on his face. Nightmares aren't exactly easy for even kids hundreds of years old]

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[Ion is walking through the halls, lost in his thoughts again. He's actually on his way to go outside to get some fresh air when he notices the kid.]

You there. Do you need some tissues?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, confused, then touches his face and feels the wetness] I didn't realize...

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[Searches his pockets and hands him a pack of clean tissues.] Ah...here, have some.

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[takes then, wiping at his face] Mm.

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

[Smiles at him.]

Doesn't that feel much better?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

It does. [looks at him, head tilted] ... Ion, correct?

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I am Ion.

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

I thank you. [wipes at his eyes, a little embarrassed]

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How do you heard of me?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[looks up, distant] Fon Master Ion. Died at age twelve, succeeded by a replica of yourself. Mentally unstable, actions ended up encouraging the birth of the replica Luke.

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...[He's very quiet at first, acknowledging the information.] That's true. And how did you know?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

... I don't remember.

[rendthescore.livejournal.com]

That's okay. [Gives him a smile.] It's not important anyway.

Why were you crying?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[voice small] I had a bad dream. Of when I died.

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...I had dreams like that too.

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

I thought I was dead again.

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But here you are alive.

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[nods, blowing his nose]

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[Keeping his tone light.]

I'm like that too. I thought I was dead and I can't breathe...but when I woke up in reality, I was buried right under my blanket.

Then I roll over and fall on the floor.

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[smirks at that]

... I was dreaming of when I died. The pain...

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Ah, yes...that's terrible, isn't? It seems like our deaths haunt us to remind us.

Does it hurt?

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

Only mentally.

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I see...

[blesschild.livejournal.com]

[smirks again] I was dead for several years. I believe I made peace with the fact I lost my life.

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[Ion smiles.] That's lovely...unlike some I know. ["Including myself."]