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3rd Station ➲ Written

[Emmet woke one morning with an unpleasant surprise: Ingo was gone, as were all of his things. After a while, he found a few things left behind intentionally. And so Emmet begins his little message; it's written in slow, legible and careful handwriting.]

Subway Boss Ingo has left the station known as Luceti and has thankfully returned to the Gear Station located in Nimbasa, Unova.

He has left farewell letters of varying length for the following people:

• Silver
• Miss Hilda
• Miss Mei
~~• Gold~~
• Miss Yellow
• Red
• Green
• Cilan
• Miss Platina
• Masaomi Kida
• Hiccup
• Miss Shiemi

I'm holding onto the letters, so if you like, please come and see me to receive your letter. I currently reside in Community Building #1, 7th floor, room #34.

((OOC: Lommy hadn't written actual letters, but she stated that letters were all written for her CR, so the list is composed of the characters on her CR post! Feel free to decide what was said by Ingo to your characters.))

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[The impact it's having very clearly shows on Silver's face. He doesn't pick his head back up when he's done reading it. He just folds it as calmly and neatly as possible. It takes a bit of difficulty since his hands are beginning to shake, but once he shoves it into his pocket, he curls his hands into fists and just sits there, wishing that he could pull himself together and be better composed and-]

It's not fair.

No. No it isn't. It hurts.

[There's not a chance in hell that Emmet would ever disagree with that statement, Silver. He crumbles, some, and pulls Silver into more of a hug.]

It hurts so badly, and it's a great loss.

[And you'll never see him again, unless Ingo returns to Luceti. That's the most tragic part, and it's what makes it easier for Emmet to keep from falling completely apart. He needs to be able to be strong enough for Silver.]

So please... don't go. I'm no replacement for Ingo, and you aren't my brother, but we still have a bond of family through him. We're our last link to him, in this place.

...Who's gonna be next, Emmet?

[Who will be the next one to leave? Will it be Crys again? Blue? Emmet? Green and Yellow? Or Raven, or maybe Shiemi or Shikamaru. There's no telling who's next.]

I don't know. I hope everyone goes home. I hope no one has to sit here in this horrible place. But I... I'm not worried about that right now.

Is it okay? If you stay over here for a while?

...Yeah.

Gold's gone. I don't want to be at the house anyway. [House. Not home.]

Wow. I'm sorry.

[No wonder you're in such a foul mood!]

We've both lost our brothers today...

Better him than me. He's been here for too long.

I feel the same. Even if I am lonely, I can't be unhappy that they're safe at home.

[S-sigh. He smiles, sadly but more comfortably than before, and rubs Silver's shoulders.]

Let's hang in there until we can go back too, right?

...Why do you always smile, even when you're upset? [It's a sloppy topic change, but he doesn't want to think about this. Having his shoulders rubbed does nothing but make him tense up- not because he doesn't want the contact, but because his shoulders are way too knotted and locked up for it to be comfortable.]

[Oh. Well?]

...I guess I just do! I smile because Ingo frowns.

[...]

Did Ingo explain why he frowns...?

[...Headshake.]

For a while I thought his face was just stuck that way.

Well... Ingo doesn't usually explain this. Because he feels like it doesn't impact us as much as it does.

[That, and Ingo doesn't like to relive it.]

But our father was a really serious man, too. Ingo really looked up to him. I didn't, really, myself. I liked to be excited. Ingo always wanted to be responsible and be in charge.

Our mother passed away, and in his grief, our father fled. Ingo and I had each other, but he took things way too seriously, and I made sure he would at least remember to enjoy life.

[That's why Ingo frowns, and Emmet smiles.]

That's why... I'm sure he was worried, more than anything, that he would be the one that left Luceti before you did. He wouldn't want to put you through that.

[...What...

What was Ingo thinking? What was going through Ingo's mind when he told him about his own father?...

...]

...It's better than he went home first. I wish you two could've gone together, too.

[And he feels the same way about Gold. He fidgets and can't bring himself to look at Emmet.]

I know. I agree, but... this is the way it is. So this is the line we must travel down...

[That's okay, Emmet just wants to hug you closer to him anyway, so he can rest his head on you. He needs that more than anything else.]

As long as we're linked together, we can travel it together. It'll be easier, together...

[It won't be easier. It will be harder. Right now it will be easier, but he can deal with it. He can be that supporting pillar. He just hopes that everyone else leaves first and not the other way around. He'd rather be here for lifetimes too long before leaving any of them behind.]

Yeah.

[That's something that he might have said in denial. Something he might have said to try to reassure himself. Right now, he just says it for Emmet. He doesn't look comforted or satisfied by the response at all. Silver goes to rub at his eyes before Emmet really gets settled in- he's lucky that he yawns as he does so. It makes it look less like he was wiping away stray tears and more like he's as tired as he is.

And the last thing he wants is to get caught crying. It's the most childish and selfish thing he could do. Ingo and Gold are safer at home. Happier at home. They won't have to worry about experiments or drafts or people leaving them behind or seeing people they care about hurt.]

[He might have not noticed it, in any other context, but in this moment those tears don't get by him.]

It's okay... it's alright to cry. I want to cry, too. It hurts to be left behind. We can cry together, right?

[No, no it's not. He's too old to...

...]

...You first. [Then maybe, maybe he'll be willing to release some of his restraint. Maybe.

That's a scary thought.]

[Oh! Well. Yes okay. Emmet inhales, exhales...]

I'm happy he's home... but of course I'm sad. I'm not sure if I can do this without him. It's so unfair... to think that Ingo went so long without me, too.

It'll be okay... I can make it, like Ingo did. But only because I have so many of his friends to look out for... and because he has family. Which... means I have family, too.

[The tears are a bit slow, but they do come. He wipes them away from his eyes, just because they make his skin itch, but he doesn't hide the fact that he's crying from Silver. He's asking Silver to be open, so he should do the same.]

...It might have been easier for him, y'know. He started out alone here and gained more as he went on. He didn't have to see you deal with some of the things we did. [Like that hurricane. Or the draft. Or the slew of experiments he had to deal with before Emmet got here.] You started out with him here, and now he's been torn away from you. [It's painful to lack something important, but it's more painful to have it taken away after having it.]

I don't know. [He doesn't know at all. He doesn't understand. It's frustrating and he wants to be angry about it but he doesn't have the energy to. Even if he did, he doesn't have to will to be angry. All he can do is submit to being passive. Maybe if Gold was here, he could get a rise out of him and make him release the sick, disgusting feeling he has stewing in him out. Maybe he could blow off steam and know that he isn't alone and deal with it better, but he can't because Gold isn't here and even if he sees him at home again he won't remember that he's family and he won't see him again anyway because he'll be off chasing the dad that he still so selfishly wants.] It was a lot easier when I was little. [It wasn't easy, but it was easier. He had three things to worry about. He had one person to care about. That was all he needed. It hurt at the beginning, but he doesn't remember the beginning.

He feels the stinging from tears welling up in his eyes. He can feel his throat start to lock up. He doesn't want to cry, but Emmet wants him to cry and let it all out. Maybe he knows better. Maybe he doesn't. He's willing to listen to anything at this point, even "be open with me and cry with me".]

I don't know what to do.

[He has no idea what to do. He is small and insignificant and overwhelmed and out of control and hurt and there's nothing he can do but cry about it and hope it makes him feel better.

It won't. He still won't know what to do.]

I don't know very well, either...

[Emmet's voice is quiet, and he rubbed Silver's neck. He was still sniffing, a bit, and he used his other hand to wipe his eyes again.]

We just have to keep running. Adhere to the schedule... and build ourselves back up, once we're done crying. But being upset is an important part of an unexpected schedule. So, first order on the schedule, one station at a time, right?

[He's trying to give Silver just a little bit of direction. What little direction he has for himself, at least.]

That's not good enough. [He has to do something else. Something more. He reaches for Emmet's arm and pulls it around himself, hoping that Emmet will hug him- because if nothing else, he wants that vague reassurance that someone he- someone he considers family is right there, right next to him.

He thinks back to Blue. He thinks back to Crys. There was a time when all he needed was Blue. There was a time when all he needed was Gold, Blue, and Crys.

For a second, he sincerely thinks that he wants to go back to that time. That's the same second that he really, truly lets out a sob and starts shaking his head as if it will make that thought go away.]

I'm sorry. It's the best I can do...

[Emmet does hug Silver, and he holds him very close. He needs this, more than anything else. He needs someone impacted as strongly as he was. Who loved Ingo nearly as much as he did.]

I miss him. I'll see him again someday, but I miss him so much. I was so stupid, I didn't think at all about what it'd be like when he went home.

I didn't make any preparations... I'm not ready. I'm not ready at all...

...How do you prepare for someone leaving? [He's completely leaning against Emmet by now; if Emmet were to move, he'd fall over.

Silver tries to look up at Emmet to hear his answer to the question, but his vision is obscured. How do you prepare for someone important to you just vanishing, possibly for good?]

You brace for it. You decide what you're going to do afterwards. It still hurts, but at least then... you have some sort of plan.

[There's a weak laugh! At least he can take solace in the fact that Ingo is still alive, just gone. That he'll see Ingo again someday. His mother, though... she was gone for good.

Inhale, and shaky exhale.]

I can still piece together something. I'm better at thinking on my feet. I should ask if I can move in with someone, since I don't want to live alone... that's my second step, right now.

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