[As difficult as it is to find his voice right now, he's not in any position to write back just yet. His hands are still clutching the journal, shaking, and it even takes a moment for him to look up and realize there was writing there at all.]
[And almost the instant he does, his head is bowed again. He hadn't been alone... that was good. That was one thing he could be glad for. No one deserved to die alone. But then, no one deserved to die at all. Especially not Luke.]
[It takes a few minutes before he manages some kind of reply. He sets the journal down and grabs a pen, though his writing is about just as shaky as his voice would likely be. But more notable than that are the few "raindrops" collecting from Ion's side as well, even though it's certainly not raining in Ion's room.]
[Written]
[And almost the instant he does, his head is bowed again. He hadn't been alone... that was good. That was one thing he could be glad for. No one deserved to die alone. But then, no one deserved to die at all. Especially not Luke.]
[It takes a few minutes before he manages some kind of reply. He sets the journal down and grabs a pen, though his writing is about just as shaky as his voice would likely be. But more notable than that are the few "raindrops" collecting from Ion's side as well, even though it's certainly not raining in Ion's room.]
What happened?