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[Filtered to Ion:]

[Okay, first thing's first. He wants to get this out of the way since he's been sitting on it since...well, it happened. And he's actually a little surprised he hasn't heard from any of the Fon Master's little friends yet.

So he's going to make sure that didn't even happen.]

Saturday. Forget about it. Nothing happened that day, do you understand me? I don't want to hear about it again, from you or your stupid friends.

[And that was that.

He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.

Thinking in general made him more and more mad.

There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.

Stupid place.

Stupid fruit.

Stupid Ion.

All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.

Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.

Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]

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Is there something wrong with wanting to talk to you?

[Look at him, ignoring both those questions like some big-shot.]

You didn't answer my question.

[Two can play at the question dodging game. 8D]

How am I supposed to answer a question like that?

I just like talking to you. That's all.

Then if it's neither of those, then why?

And don't say 'I just like talking to you.'

[...]

[If Sync wants an honest answer, he'll get one, but Ion knows it might end with a journal slammed in his face again.]

I only said it because it's the truth. I want to talk to you, Sync. I want a chance to get to know you. A chance for us to try and understand one another.

A chance we never had back home.

[Oh, how touching. If he was the type of person, he would've felt some sort of kawaii sentimental feelings towards the fact that Ion wanted to be bffs with him.

Too bad he's not that sort of guy.]

There's nothing to know about me. I told your friends already - I'm empty.

[He's getting close to slamming the book in his face, though...]

[He can't help but wince at those words. Empty... it just sounded so sad.]

That's not true. I may not know you very well, but I know enough to know you're not empty, Sync. You're your own person, just like I am.

Everyone says that, but it's not true. I was created a piece of meat. A stepping stone for you.

I was supposed to die. I am dead. When I leave here I'll return to that. And you know what? I'd rather it be that way.

Don't talk about yourself like that. [They've had this conversation before, haven't they? Only moments before (as far as Ion believes) Sync was brought to Luceti. Mercifully, there's no edge for Sync to throw himself off of this time.]

You're more than that, Sync. The circumstances of your birth have nothing to do with it. You're Sync. You have a name and a self that's uniquely you... how can you deny that exists?

[He's had this conversation a few times, actually. He's just too hard headed to actually take any of these people's advice in.

Of course.]

It's all a fake. It's a fake name, a fake identity, a fake self. I was a replica, just like you were. It just so happened that I wasn't good enough.

A replica like me isn't supposed to exist.

But you do exist. You have a life here. A second chance!

[Somewhat softer, and more hesitantly:] ...we both do. It doesn't matter that we're replicas... because we're so much more than that. We're people, just like everyone else.

Because I was being used as a puppet! I was only kept alive because someone needed to use me.

[...Ha. Hahaha. Hahaha.] Maybe that kind of thinking works for you, but it doesn't work for me.

But why not? Why can't you find a reason worth living for here? A reason to live for yourself?

[The same issue all replicas seem to deal with at one point or another...]

What's the point? I won't be here forever. Not like it'd matter whether I was alive or dead at home.

[Yup pretty much...and this one's just avoiding it.]

It would matter to me.

[And it had mattered: the first and only Ion ever cried back home was when Sync "died." Even if Ion wasn't there anymore now...]

You matter to me, Sync.

Don't lie.

[HANGING UP NOW bye again Ion!! :D]

I'm not--!!

[...lying. Of course Sync matters to him. What reason would he have to lie about something like that? It wouldn't accomplish anything.]

[If Sync didn't matter to him, if he didn't care, why would he be having this conversation?]

[Sigh.]

[Aaand now Ion's just. Going to go for a walk to clear his mind. Yes, it's icy out, but he doesn't particularly care. So long as he's careful and takes it slow, he shouldn't have too much trouble making it around the village. If he sticks to the areas that were still a bit snowy, it shouldn't be an issue!]

[And the cool air was a bit calming... unfortunately, that means he's not really paying much attention to anything other than the ground and his own thoughts.]

[A perfect target.]

[Sync's still being slightly immature as he's roaming around the area. He's still fuming to himself over the conversation he'd had with Ion...

and lo and behold! There's his replibro now, looking...as blank as ever.

So you know what he's going to do? He's going to gather up some more ice and throw it in his direction. Whether it actually hits him or not, he doesn't care - he just wants to knock Ion out of his daydream.]

[Walking, walking, walking... oh, hey, it's kind of slippery around here. He better be careful and watch his ste--]

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[RIGHT IN THE FACE.]

[Well, okay, more like the top of his head. But it's ice, and ice hurts, so more than just being surprised, he'd going to let out a small cry and grab his forehead.]

[And then look over at the culprit...!]

[YOU.]

[Okay, that went better than he expected. He snickers a little, and gives him a look that says 'you deserved it' before beginning to move away.

Confront him about his mischievousness, Ion, before he gets away!]

[There are so many things Ion could say right now. "Why did you do that?" Because he doesn't like him. "Do you really dislike me that much?" Is that even a real question. "That wasn't very nice." That wouldn't even be trying...]

[Instead? He'll settle for taking a few steps in Sync's direction and calling out to him:]

I wasn't lying.

[That makes Sync stop. He knows that's what Ion wants, is his attention, but...he doesn't understand.

He just doesn't.

So he turns back to him, eyes rolling and expression turning from amused to irritated. More like his usual self, right?]

Why are you determined to talk to me? Don't tell me it's because you care, or you want to get to know me better, either. There has to be another reason.

[Because everyone has their other motives for doing things, right?]

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