fourteen | oo49 [voice] BACKDATED TO THE 6TH

[ The feed cuts in with the journal's camera staring at the dark sky. It's dim now, in the gray lifeless world that exists after the sun sets but before night truly falls. There's no person to be seen, though briefly a shadow passes over the camera - someone's hand.

There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.

Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]

Luke is...

[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]

Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.

Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.

I'm sorry.

[ The journal shuts. ]

(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,

relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)

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[She wasn't expecting a response. That it's Guy who answers plunges her into pained silence, because she knows how much Luke means to him. And there's nothing she can do to make that any easier.]

...

I'm glad he wasn't alone. [Small comforts. She runs through every little time she's seen Luke lately and... well, his last entry is ominous enough, in hindsight.] He was sick?

...More or less. It's not really something he enjoyed talking about.

[Not like it was a topic anyone really liked to talk about. But Luke had kept it under wraps for a reason.]

[She's quiet a while. Makes sense. She can see the people really close to Luke knew, and that's ... good enough.]

I won't push him about it when he returns.

How are you doing?

Well enough.

[The answer is immediate, if not a bit rough. He wasn't the one grieving the hardest over this right now, after all. So "well enough" was going to have to be good enough.

Well. Other than being soaked to the bone. But that's not quite on his priority list at this very moment.]

[It's the sort of answer she'd give, really. Nami offers him a faint smile. She won't push that, either.]

...make sure you dry off some time soon.

[Very, very nearly, she comes close to asking about Asch. But she has no idea how well they get on now, if they even do at all. So she lets it go.]

[...Heh.]

Getting sick is hardly what I'd enjoy. Don't worry.

[In other words? Yeah. He will.]