[ here we are! once again! toooorn into pieeeecessss!
jk. we're here, just outside a theatre actually. the day is gray, and the overhang is preventing the rain from drenching eunhyuk where he stands. beside him, sat on a crate, is io - looking tired as ever. it is peaceful here at least, though from behind the doors of the theatre, there is a quiet, pained moan on occasion, like someone suffering, someone dying. there are figures laid on the ground, wrapped in white cloth, some of them with blood stains scattered throughout, some of them flecked with black.
after a long moment. ]
Must be important, to have found your way into one of these dreams...
[ a noise from inside again, this time a cry. young. ]
It's a drastic change from the last dream Eunhyuk remembers -- of wind and grass and a sky stretching on forever overhead. Eunhyuk approaches carefully, gaze caught on the figures covered in cloth on the ground.
...]
...Yes.
[the reply feels silly, that he could still be fine amidst all this pain and suffering. for all of the burdens eunhyuk has carried, it's never been quite like this. so many people dying, all at the same time.]
[ the question does feel even silly to ask, but sometimes you pulse check even if you can guess what the response will be.
something distant kind of flickers behind their eyes before they seem to contemplate that answer. some of these bodies are so so small... so small. finally: ]
I'd have never left the Gorkhon... I had my cure... right in my hands. I had the way... I just needed more time.
[ softly ]
And they took me from it. This disease isn't something to be cured by modern means. It requires the blood of the Earth... no amount of... anything that ship could give me would help formulate a cure.
it never gets better whenever eunhyuk learns of someone's circumstances before they woke up on the ship, but io's drives home in a very painful way,]
...I'm sorry, Io.
[not only to be taken, but to be aware of all those you've been left behind? like a weight that only grows heavier? eunhyuk would like to think he knows something of that kind of pressure.]
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W4 TUESDAY
jk. we're here, just outside a theatre actually. the day is gray, and the overhang is preventing the rain from drenching eunhyuk where he stands. beside him, sat on a crate, is io - looking tired as ever. it is peaceful here at least, though from behind the doors of the theatre, there is a quiet, pained moan on occasion, like someone suffering, someone dying. there are figures laid on the ground, wrapped in white cloth, some of them with blood stains scattered throughout, some of them flecked with black.
after a long moment. ]
Must be important, to have found your way into one of these dreams...
[ a noise from inside again, this time a cry. young. ]
How are you, Eunhyuk? Are you alright...?
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It's a drastic change from the last dream Eunhyuk remembers -- of wind and grass and a sky stretching on forever overhead. Eunhyuk approaches carefully, gaze caught on the figures covered in cloth on the ground.
...]
...Yes.
[the reply feels silly, that he could still be fine amidst all this pain and suffering. for all of the burdens eunhyuk has carried, it's never been quite like this. so many people dying, all at the same time.]
...Was there a battle?
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something distant kind of flickers behind their eyes before they seem to contemplate that answer. some of these bodies are so so small... so small. finally: ]
Against a disease... it isn't over.
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Eunhyuk looks around again. He knows disease, but not like this. Not in piles and rows of limp bodies, all at the same time.]
Shoma said weeks ago that you said you joined the company to find a cure.
[which at this point he knows must be a lie, if io had also woken not realizing what was going on.]
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I'd have never left the Gorkhon... I had my cure... right in my hands. I had the way... I just needed more time.
[ softly ]
And they took me from it. This disease isn't something to be cured by modern means. It requires the blood of the Earth... no amount of... anything that ship could give me would help formulate a cure.
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it never gets better whenever eunhyuk learns of someone's circumstances before they woke up on the ship, but io's drives home in a very painful way,]
...I'm sorry, Io.
[not only to be taken, but to be aware of all those you've been left behind? like a weight that only grows heavier? eunhyuk would like to think he knows something of that kind of pressure.]
Do you remember what exactly made you forget?
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[ giving him a tired smile. ]
The circumstances are confusing... I don't really know when I stopped being myself. Just that it feels horrible to have been that way to begin with.
[ a dull tone. it hits home in a way he dislikes. ]