So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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And then she stays quiet for the whole thing. She's not sure she's ever heard him speak so much, at least all at once. It's sort of a bittersweet relief to get answers. ]
... for a long time ... I've been wondering if I really knew anyone who was part of this game.
[ Her gaze shifts off to one side, though only briefly. ] You know more than anyone I've never been around many people. I found everyone ... confusing, and hard to figure out. No matter how much I wanted to help, I kept feeling ... overwhelmed. There was so much to remember, so much to try and hide and not to do... I couldn't really keep up. [ Her eyes shut. ] Everyone kept telling me not to try so hard, and that there were other things I could do, instead.
[ A pause, and her eyes open again. She lifts her gaze to meet his. ]
Except for you. You were the only one who never really told me to stop trying. You just ... talked to me, like I was just as smart as you were. Like we really could work together. I believed that. Even when I was upset, or freaking out, it was like ... just talking to you could calm me down again. Being with you, I always felt ... like everything would be okay. I don't ... regret anything about always seeking you out like I did.
[ Saying it out loud seems to calm her, and the loop of her arms loosens until she finally lets them fall to her side. ]
I don't regret knowing you, Shinnosuke. What I said back then, about trusting you ... I still mean that.
[ It's both a little scary and a relief beyond words to say that and mean it. She wasn't sure if she would, even just a few moments ago. He hurt her, too --
but perhaps that was inevitable. No one was going to get through this game without pain. And what wrongs he has done ... were done for the right reason. ]
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He doesn't understand how Xion can continue to look at him and still see someone trustworthy—but he won't take it for granted. It's idiotic, and naive, and again, it's a relief. As much as he might want to deny that he, too, is victim to emotions—
In the end, he can't help the warm feeling spreading in his chest, knowing that Xion believes in him even now.
His own naivety scares him.]
... Hate to admit it, but you probably knew me better than I would've liked.
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[ For a long moment, she looks up at him, a held breath caught in her mouth as she wars with herself internally--
--but then she lets that breath go, reaches up, and mooshes his face between both her hands. ]
You really should try smiling for real sometime. You might not even look like a total dork!
[ This smile is gentle and warm as she lowers her hands. ] I really don't know if I have any merit saved up or not. But I can find out. We'll figure out some way to help them. We'll do everything we can, and then ... we'll have to hope they can finish the rest without us.
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Smiling's not exactly my thing.
[He's not sure if he really remembers how to smile "for real", after losing his sister.]
... Yeah. Looks like counting on them is all we can do now.
[It's still a strange sensation—believing in others—but it's not... entirely unpleasant, he supposes.]
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[ Her hands find his arms. Gentle touches. The way she used to when he was blind. He doesn't need her touch now to know that she's there. But somehow, it feels right, to do it.
He never did manage to push her away. She can't think about that too long, or her feelings tie themselves up in knots that she can't untangle again. ]
... so what now, anyway?
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... I'm thinking about that. [He doesn't know yet, and he hates it.] For now... we "live", I guess.
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To be fair, she never planned to tell him. There was, once, a time when she asked someone else if she should (that someone else turning out to be a rather unfortunate choice), but despite being encouraged to confess, it never felt like a good idea. Though she learned over the weeks that Shinnosuke was not as cold as he wanted to seem, she still knew there were limits, boundaries, unspoken. Confessing that she loved him felt very much like she'd be stepping right over those boundaries, and pushing him away was a risk she couldn't afford to take.
Even now. Even just now, when she'd tasted the words on her tongue, when there is no war left for them to wage. Even now when there is only the waiting, she won't take the chance that confessing her open secret will drive him away.
The open affection she shows him just feels like something right; like something they simply are, now. Maybe sometimes it's an indicator of her feelings. But never is it a hint that she might want something more. However she feels, "more" isn't her goal. What she has is enough, for her. ]
... live, without a purpose or a goal ...
[ she laughs abruptly. ]
What does that even mean?