Who: Sora, Lavi and anyone else who wants to come When: Sunday Night Where: The Park Summary: A memorial service for the interns Rating: PG13? Warnings: Sorrow and possible troublemakers.
[Lavi had found a candle in the apartment that had been given to him, a small scentless votive that would probably last only a few hours if left alone. Placing it inside an empty jar that once held moonshine - thoroughly washed out - Lavi put it down at the foot of the plaque near Sora's flower.
He lit the candle with a match, his hammer having gone back to its bound state with his collar color change. Lavi doubted the little candle would set off the fire sprinklers and stayed crouched somewhat out of the way of anyone else who would want to put something down, watching the small flickering flame.
Anyone observant might notice his lips soundlessly moving, going over the mental list of names that Val posted with the observations the other night.]
[He only nods in approval at the candle, staying silent as Lavi pays his respect to those they failed to protect. And Sora doesn't move when his friend joins his side and starts naming them all.
It's been hard on them both and probably so many others who fought to protect these people. Especially anyone who actually watched as they died. Their faces would never be forgotten.
Finally, about halfway through that list Sora puts a hand on Lavi's shoulder because he needs it. He needs human contact to remember that they're still here.]
[He could understand why the others had done as they did, but for Lavi who had seen so much war already in his life this was nothing but a waste. It reminded him why he hated humans. They wouldn't have had much of a life if they had lived, probably a worse one than they - the subjects - did with no stimulation of the experiments to keep them from going insane. But they still didn't need to die.
Lavi stiffens a little at the sudden contact then forces himself to relax, it was just Sora by his side after all. He continues on with the names, watching the flame dancing in the currents of air only it noticed, the faces of those he had asked the names of flashing through his mind as he says them. Some of them had actually been nice and to lose them hadn't been easy, especially when he had only been a step away for some.
Finally he reaches the end of the list and runs bandaged hands through his hair, cursing softly.]
[Sora was all for tossing them into Facility 1 until they could come up with some kind of solution to their situation but he wouldn't have wanted them tortured. He wanted them judged for their actions in a fair manner.
Even though he felt Lavi stiffen at his touch, Sora doesn't remove his hand. Some of the names bring faces to his memory as he learned them all between the time he collected them and the time they died. Those are the names that he echos with a whisper.
He looks up at Lavi at the quiet curse but he doesn't say anything.]
[It might seem strange to have someone who didn't lift a single finger to help the interns to be here. In fact, Helion specifically stated several times that one shouldn't feel guilt over their deaths.
That in no way meant she wouldn't show up, however. In her case, it was important to remember them specifically because they were enemies. Taking pleasure in death was a quick path to losing oneself. It was important to never forget that every life taken, regardless of the circumstances, was a life nonetheless.]
[The problem with being a speedster is speed reading. The fast he reads the more like he'll forget. So Wally had to go slow, had to read the names as carefully as he can and cement them in his mind. These are the people he helped kill and he wants to remember each and everyone.
Anybody who sees him will notice a random redhead in jeans and a red t-shirt. Kid Flash is retired for now. He tries to sit still, but he ends up tapping his fingers quickly against his leg and then standing up to move around, but never walks far away from the plaque.]
[Howard walked into the memorial, a solemn looking man in a grey, three-piece suit. He knows he probably shouldn't be here. As he told Lois, he was the one who built some of the weapons that led to these people to have died.
But responsibility and accountability are bred into his genes - into his very personality. So he stands off to one side, listening to the young man speaking, nodding his head once, his hands stuffed into his pockets.]
[He's lost in his own thoughts as he is wandering the perimeter, almost running into the ginger kid who is tapping out a staccato on his leg.] Oh, hey, sorry there, friend. I wasn't paying attention where I was stepping.
[After he's sure that Sora's finished, Alma steps forward timidly. He doesn't have a lot of experience with the dead. Not when most of the people who've died in this place always came back a few days later. There were no bodies. No reminders.
But this is different. He knew these were the people who were responsible for the terrible things that happened to him and his friends... but no one should have to die. Not like this.
Alma's got a drawing in his hands, slightly crinkled from gripping at it too hard. He'd wanted to do something for them, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out just what to draw. Instead he'd just stopped thinking and let his fingers do the work, leaving him with a large piece of paper smeared with bright bursts of color, the edges lined carefully with somber blues and purples.
He leans the drawing up against the memorial, stepping back quickly and looking a little lost.]
[Lavi unwound from his spot near the wall ages ago when he spied the kid making his way over to the dedication area. He didn't really know how badly things had hit Alma but he knew that it had to be bad. Things had been bad ever since Haven.
The redhead waits until Alma steps away from the memorial, his picture placed with other offerings, then lightly puts his hands on the kid's shoulders. Like Sora had done for him, a reminder of human contact, that he wasn't alone.]
[Alma peers up at Lavi, immediately reaching up with one hand to grasp at Lavi's. He's not sure how to react. He didn't know these people, didn't see them die (thanks to Kanda), but he saw the aftermath. Saw a few terrified interns squirreled away only to find out later that they were killed.
[Lavi gives him a pained grin and gives the kid's shoulders a light squeeze. He was worried about Alma even if he didn't say anything, Lavi had been younger than him when he saw his first war and it still haunted him. All he could do was hope that it got easier for Alma not to think about.
Lifting a bandaged hand he threads it through Alma's hair.]
[Axel's standing as far away from the rest of them as he can while still being able to hear. He leans back against a tree, crossing his arms, staring at the ground a few feet in front of him, listening to Sora's speech
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[Sora doesn't make his way over to the Nobody until nearly everyone else has gone. His eyes won't meet Axel's but not because he's mad anymore. Sure he doesn't think his brother-in-law is sorry or regretful for the lives he took but at least Axel was here and not standing in the way of what he needed to do.
Not to mention that what Axel did was probably a lot nicer than the way the people he protected died. He's looking off to some random spot in the distance.]
[Axel glances up, not having noticed him approach. He knows that right now, if he had a real heart, he'd probably be feeling guilt or something to that effect, but he doesn't] ...yeah. 'Course. It was a good speech.
[Roxas only comes over to hug him, quiet and subdued, after sending lights from his fingertips to float around the metal.
He's glad Axel is here. It alleviates a lot of the anger that still would well up, to the point where he can drop his head against his husband's chest and murmur "I'm glad you're here." and mean every quiet word]
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He lit the candle with a match, his hammer having gone back to its bound state with his collar color change. Lavi doubted the little candle would set off the fire sprinklers and stayed crouched somewhat out of the way of anyone else who would want to put something down, watching the small flickering flame.
Anyone observant might notice his lips soundlessly moving, going over the mental list of names that Val posted with the observations the other night.]
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It's been hard on them both and probably so many others who fought to protect these people. Especially anyone who actually watched as they died. Their faces would never be forgotten.
Finally, about halfway through that list Sora puts a hand on Lavi's shoulder because he needs it. He needs human contact to remember that they're still here.]
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Lavi stiffens a little at the sudden contact then forces himself to relax, it was just Sora by his side after all. He continues on with the names, watching the flame dancing in the currents of air only it noticed, the faces of those he had asked the names of flashing through his mind as he says them. Some of them had actually been nice and to lose them hadn't been easy, especially when he had only been a step away for some.
Finally he reaches the end of the list and runs bandaged hands through his hair, cursing softly.]
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Even though he felt Lavi stiffen at his touch, Sora doesn't remove his hand. Some of the names bring faces to his memory as he learned them all between the time he collected them and the time they died. Those are the names that he echos with a whisper.
He looks up at Lavi at the quiet curse but he doesn't say anything.]
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That in no way meant she wouldn't show up, however. In her case, it was important to remember them specifically because they were enemies. Taking pleasure in death was a quick path to losing oneself. It was important to never forget that every life taken, regardless of the circumstances, was a life nonetheless.]
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Anybody who sees him will notice a random redhead in jeans and a red t-shirt. Kid Flash is retired for now. He tries to sit still, but he ends up tapping his fingers quickly against his leg and then standing up to move around, but never walks far away from the plaque.]
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But responsibility and accountability are bred into his genes - into his very personality. So he stands off to one side, listening to the young man speaking, nodding his head once, his hands stuffed into his pockets.]
[He's lost in his own thoughts as he is wandering the perimeter, almost running into the ginger kid who is tapping out a staccato on his leg.] Oh, hey, sorry there, friend. I wasn't paying attention where I was stepping.
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Huh? Oh, yeah, no problem. I'm probably in the way. [Pushes himself to his feet.]
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No, no. You're not in the way. I'm being ... well, for me, absent-minded. [He nodded towards the plaque.] Did you save people - or try to?
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But this is different. He knew these were the people who were responsible for the terrible things that happened to him and his friends... but no one should have to die. Not like this.
Alma's got a drawing in his hands, slightly crinkled from gripping at it too hard. He'd wanted to do something for them, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out just what to draw. Instead he'd just stopped thinking and let his fingers do the work, leaving him with a large piece of paper smeared with bright bursts of color, the edges lined carefully with somber blues and purples.
He leans the drawing up against the memorial, stepping back quickly and looking a little lost.]
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The redhead waits until Alma steps away from the memorial, his picture placed with other offerings, then lightly puts his hands on the kid's shoulders. Like Sora had done for him, a reminder of human contact, that he wasn't alone.]
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It's all just a little too much.]
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Lifting a bandaged hand he threads it through Alma's hair.]
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Not to mention that what Axel did was probably a lot nicer than the way the people he protected died. He's looking off to some random spot in the distance.]
Hey, thanks for coming.
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He's glad Axel is here. It alleviates a lot of the anger that still would well up, to the point where he can drop his head against his husband's chest and murmur "I'm glad you're here." and mean every quiet word]
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