#(ion: thread)

"You are not incorrect in that statement-" Ion pauses for a moment to pick up his staff. regardless of what Anise or Vicious say, Ion is going to join them.

     When the clock dings one am Ion doesn’t try to hide his yawn. Surely there is no one awake to hear the overlay tired Fon Master. Every full moon or so he’ll have a visit from Van or Mohs who are also restless. Never for the same reasons as himself, and while they are never his first choice in company, it is nice to have someone to talk to.

      Once the candle light becomes to dim for Ion’s liking he reaches into his desk drawer. Many options come into few, several of which are gifts from Tear and Mrs. Tatlin. After selecting a soft flora scented candle Ion see’s his office door open; But the shape he sees both makes Ion very happy, yet makes his nerves too.

     And almost like a chain was just cut free from Ion he pushes himself up. He isn’t sure why or how Sync’s response pissed him off so much, it just did. In truth, Ion is only now just starting to understand and learn about his own emotions. Until he meet Luke everything was face value, because he knew he could be replaced whenever Van please (or so he was told).

       “That is correct, we are made from the source code but that doesn’t make us the same person. You should know that by now sync!” The 7th replica snaps back. And like the foolish man he can be he quickly rushes after Sync.

      Once he he catches up with the other replica he reaches to grab his hand. By now his voice is bouncing and echoing around the vast empty halls, but Ion doesn't care.

      He nods to everything the original says. He knows all to well how hard it is to happy, or even fake happiness when you feel horriable. The number of times he lied right to Jade and Anise faces when they asked if he was okay or having fun.

      There is a loud boom from the Fon Master’s office followed by a high pitched giggle and annoyed groan. Anise scopes up the toddler version of Ion and looks at the mess he made of his desk- break chunks everywhere. How on earth is an actual toddler version of Ion so destructive.

      The small toddler sucks on his thumb while playing with a few blocks Anise gave him. The strange lady, who felt familiar, had to leave the room. Now of course Ion was not left alone, Sync is with him. The smaller boy picks up a block with the letter “L” on it and offers it to the strange man.

      Before the dust had the chance to clear Ion falls to his knee. Using his trembling arms for support the youngest replica starts coughing. He has been trying to be stronger, to be able to protect himself so Anise has less work, but it is so hard. The moment he casts a single daathic arte Ion loses all strength.

      Until today when he performed a basic arte followed by a daathic arte.