[ hmmmm weird! but not as weird as things could be, he supposes. dion will be getting a bit of confusion in return, but that quickly gives way to concern as ichiban approaches the bar. ]
[ is all he says, as he relaxes and lets the tension out of his weary body. if you say any fucking thing that comes even close to implying horny again i swear to god i will find your ip address and swat you ]
Sorry, it's just... I'm not used to bein' on the other side of this equation. I guess I understand now why people are so stubborn when I try to help 'em.
[ there's always something about the brig that makes ichiban feel like wearing casual clothes is inappropriate. thus, it's only after he's traded out his aloha shirt for his maroon suit that he pays dion a visit, hands in his pockets as he walks into the chamber. ]
... Sometimes. I feel as though I have been angry a long time, though rage is unbecoming of a prince, and all the more intimidating when coming from someone of my station, so I often try to restrain myself.
[ this is very ironic given what ultimately happened during execution but ]
You ever consider lettin' it out? It's no good to keep that kind of thing inside for so long. Take it from a guy who's watched countless people over the years give in to their rage and had it fuck 'em up for the rest of their lives. Might be a little too late now, I know, but...
[ he stands straight, locking eyes with dion. though his posture initially suggests aggression, there's none to be found in his expression. his eyes reflect only compassion, understanding, an offer to help. ]
I promise—I won't judge you for anything you say in this room, between you and me. I won't say a word to anyone else.
[ he should know that... he is the warden of light ]
Alright, if you speak true, then...
[ ... ]
Though in truth, I am unsure if it is anger or grief that I feel. I am frustrated at my inability to control myself, at constantly letting down others, of betraying the ideals I claim to hold.
Most days I wonder why it is that I exist, if it is only to bring misery to that which surrounds me.
You know, you sound a lot like someone I really admire and respect. And heh, now that I think about it, he ended up rising to power and popularity as governor too, and that's basically the closest thing we've got to nobility. —Uh, besides the imperial family, of course, but they don't really have any political power or military sway, and ...
[ . . . he trails off and chuckles under his breath, a little embarrassed. with a quick shake of his head to clear his brain, he hangs his head and says, ]
Sorry. Lemme start over. Di-chan... [ he looks back up. ] You kinda remind me of my brother.
[ did you remember this thread is happening during memshare week (20:58-30:18)? ]
family is so... complicated. but he can feel it in his chest. the feeling of someone you love and respect transforming into someone else. trying to discern how to save someone from themselves. ]
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week 0, monday, titan's call
Dion is at the counter, staring intently at a cocktail with a frown on his lips. ]
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Hey, you good?
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he blinks! expression softening when he notices ichiban ]
Ah- yes. I was merely puzzled as to how this drink appeared from thin air.
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[ Such terrifying power... ]
week 2, thursday, medbay
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I'M KIDDING. he wakes up a little after dion sets him down, blinking slowly as he comes back to. how close is dion to him right now? ]
Di-chan...?
[ yeah that's his nickname ]
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anyway, he is probably leaning over him as he sets him down ]
Sir Ichiban, do you know where you are?
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but yeah, this close, dion can see through the matting of his hair that his right eye is very much just GONE. oopsie! ]
This is... are we back on the ship?
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Sir Ichiban— you...!
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I...look like shit. I know.
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[ goes to get some bandages, water and ointment. ]
Do not move.
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[ he's still a little out of it, but he does as dion asks and sits still. ]
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anyway, he's going to come back to start cleaning the wound ]
I'm going to clean the wound. I have some pain medication for you. Can you drink?
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...heh.
[ is all he says, as he relaxes and lets the tension out of his weary body. if you say any fucking thing that comes even close to implying horny again i swear to god i will find your ip address and swat you ]
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... That is not an answer.
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Now please, take this medicine and I will treat your eye.
w3, saturday
...hey, Di-chan.
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he nods ]
Sir Ichiban.
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You know, I've always kind of liked the "sir" thing. Makes me feel a little like an actual hero, heheh.
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... I am glad for it. I am sure you would make a fine example for all those who seek to do good.
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[ ... ]
...All that anger, that rage... that how you really feel, Di-chan?
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... Sometimes. I feel as though I have been angry a long time, though rage is unbecoming of a prince, and all the more intimidating when coming from someone of my station, so I often try to restrain myself.
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You ever consider lettin' it out? It's no good to keep that kind of thing inside for so long. Take it from a guy who's watched countless people over the years give in to their rage and had it fuck 'em up for the rest of their lives. Might be a little too late now, I know, but...
[ he stands straight, locking eyes with dion. though his posture initially suggests aggression, there's none to be found in his expression. his eyes reflect only compassion, understanding, an offer to help. ]
I promise—I won't judge you for anything you say in this room, between you and me. I won't say a word to anyone else.
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And I would hate to dampen your light with my sorrows.
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Alright, if you speak true, then...
[ ... ]
Though in truth, I am unsure if it is anger or grief that I feel. I am frustrated at my inability to control myself, at constantly letting down others, of betraying the ideals I claim to hold.
Most days I wonder why it is that I exist, if it is only to bring misery to that which surrounds me.
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[ . . . he trails off and chuckles under his breath, a little embarrassed. with a quick shake of his head to clear his brain, he hangs his head and says, ]
Sorry. Lemme start over. Di-chan... [ he looks back up. ] You kinda remind me of my brother.
[ did you remember this thread is happening during memshare week (20:58-30:18)? ]
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family is so... complicated. but he can feel it in his chest. the feeling of someone you love and respect transforming into someone else. trying to discern how to save someone from themselves. ]
... I must ask you to elaborate, Sir Ichiban.