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Who: Relevant persons
Where: A second-floor apartment in Central Corehaven, Cepheus
When: King's Year 197, late spring
What: ~~Spam~~ Fushigi mysteries

* for what may be the first time in almost two years, the Core's Head Engineer hasn't reported in for duty in the last two days. *

* what do. *

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...

"Will"...

Your soul-- it's-- [FML]

it's a lot of nonsense to you, what you'll have to do, but you understand willpower, don't you? It's the closest equivalent.

* ...a long, interminable silence. *

* shifts, trying to push himself up again through the haze of sedation. *

...the bed.

Help me... back on?

. . .

[gently, gently helps him to pull himself up.]

* with his aid, managing to work up to a sitting position, then onto his feet; legs shaking as he tries to put as much of his own weight on them as possible. *

* still, leaning heavily on Allen as he takes two steps towards the bed, grasping the edge with one hand once close enough. *

[hovering and holding]

Be slow.

* ...pauses briefly, taking a few breaths. *

How... should I be laid, for this?

. . .

[that cool look when he readily admitted to being as much a killer as a savior is now gone]

You are completely certain?

* fortunate that he's not looking directly at Allen. *

...your methods... I may not trust.

But... you... I do.

. . . Chrys . . .

...

Lay me down... Allen.

. . .

[o. okay.]

I am sorry-- this is how it is-- this is the only true way.

...if it's 'will'...

* his fingers squeeze Allen's shoulder tightly, for a moment, before he lowers himself onto the bed. *

...I've too much here... to leave it all behind.

[catches him under his back, before he lies completely down. Then pulls a vial from his belt.]

. . .

You must do this, Chrys. If you fail, if you let go for even a moment, this entire city will mourn you. And I-- I won't know what I've become this way for.

I am pouring all of my faith in you.

* ...turns his head to look at him. *

...and I... in you.

. . .

Swallow.

[BOTTOMS UP]

* EVERY LAST DROP-- only not quite, some of it runs down the side of his mouth as his throat tries to tighten again against incoming liquid *

* but downing as much as he can *

It won't be long now.

...

Don't tell him...

Don't die and I won't tell him.

* breathing slows...

and stops altogether. *

. . .

[presses his hand firmly against his throat]

[and when there is nothing, absolutely nothing-- when Chrysos Kenni is dead, by Allen's hand, for the only chance he has at living again--

Allen doesn't move from his bedside. His eyes dull.

What've I done.]

* a question only answered with time. *

* it passes, slow and silent, the burning heat of the body fading with it. *

[Now all there is to do is wait. It could be instant, it could be hours. He would know it was done for certain after half a day's time.

He doesn't move.]

Chrys... Chrys, come back.