( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

[transmit]

WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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[hitokiller]

( damn... gacha pfizer

this elysium... is a great deal more serious than he's been to izou so far, spitting jargon and insisting this is for his own good. and maybe it is, because it's not as if he understands what works here or what it really means to be "infected". )

Eventually, huh.

( a resigned statement. he shoots elysium another look, trying to pinpoint anything about him that might seem off... but, nothing too dire. )

... Long as it ain't too invasive, I'll do whatever. It's what's good for me, yeah?

[transmit]

… Eventually.

[ It might seem like he's trying to convince himself of it, but Elysium genuinely does believe it to be true. He just sounds a tad wistful, as if he wishes it were sooner.

Anyway, that's the nature of a dream, isn't it? That there's little to no context to give Izou when it isn't an actual memory. He'll have to put together the bits and pieces he sees for himself. No one looks particularly happy, no one wants to go back to the streets—Izou will see other Infected asking why they can't be taken along to Rhodes Island, a place where they would be housed and accepted, but the only answer that they can give them is that their hands are very well tied. A lot of red tape. A lot of politics. As it goes.

But at the end of the day, they all want to live. So they cling onto what they can.

me crying bc this scenario doesn't actually let me romance nyazou and i'll have to get him another day… but there's izou's food for thought, the memory perhaps ending with a bit of indulgence in elysium placing a hand on his hooded head and ruffling it around a little. ]