[Prologue, Saturday: Ion (nicer)]

[doublecrows]

[Akechi doesn't know why he seeks Ion out when everything is said and done. he doesn't have a reason to, right? but nevertheless, his legs move on automatic, until he finds the green-haired pope wherever he may be this evening]

[he pauses, before he pulls up a smile, soft as the rest]

. . . hello, Ion-san.

How are you this evening?

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[fragileprophet]

[A weirdly personal metaphor, but Ion brushes past it. He understands the sentiment well enough.]

At least as far as we know, without knowing what everyone has as a given "gift" to match their title.

[His shoulders fall.]

It's hard not to feel a stroke of guilt. Even without having any way of predicting what may happen, there are still thoughts of "could I have prevented this" and "what if I had only spoken to her more?". I never had the chance to talk to Sharpay, myself.

[doublecrows]

[for once, the weirdly personal part was not done on purpose]

I spoke to her twice. And truthfully, because of who she is, I doubt anyone could have talked her out of what she did.