[The last time Ion spoke to Luke had been a warning and he knew it. Luke never outright said it, but he didn't have to: something had happened and Luke was dying. That was all Ion knew.]
[But that didn't make hearing this any easier. All he can do is stare helplessly down at the journal, Xion's words not quite reaching him. Luke fon Fabre is dead. Luke is dead. He feels as though he can't wrap his mind around the concept that Luke isn't in Luceti right now. Ion can't talk to him, he can't see him, he can't hear his voice... he's gone. And even knowing in the back of his mind that he'll be back in a week does nothing to change the fact that right now Luke is dead.]
[Even now, so many questions occupied Ion's thoughts. What happened? Had he suffered? Was there nothing they could have done to prevent this? Why didn't he say anything before!?]
[He tries to speak, but the words catch in his throat and not a single sound comes out. Gripping the edge of his journal, hand shaking, he has half a mind to close it right then and there, but he can't bring himself to do that either. As though suspended in the moment, he sits and stares for only a few seconds longer before bowing his head and uttering a single word, just barely above a whisper.] Luke...
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[But that didn't make hearing this any easier. All he can do is stare helplessly down at the journal, Xion's words not quite reaching him. Luke fon Fabre is dead. Luke is dead. He feels as though he can't wrap his mind around the concept that Luke isn't in Luceti right now. Ion can't talk to him, he can't see him, he can't hear his voice... he's gone. And even knowing in the back of his mind that he'll be back in a week does nothing to change the fact that right now Luke is dead.]
[Even now, so many questions occupied Ion's thoughts. What happened? Had he suffered? Was there nothing they could have done to prevent this? Why didn't he say anything before!?]
[He tries to speak, but the words catch in his throat and not a single sound comes out. Gripping the edge of his journal, hand shaking, he has half a mind to close it right then and there, but he can't bring himself to do that either. As though suspended in the moment, he sits and stares for only a few seconds longer before bowing his head and uttering a single word, just barely above a whisper.] Luke...