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Good Morning

[...You wake up.

The room you wake up in is only full of as many pods as there are surviving Champions. The Doctor is already gone. Xander is not with you.

The pods aren't claustrophobic, they're clear, bullet-shaped glass pods. You wake up with an oxygen mask over your face, and your PIP monitoring your vital signs. The bed you're lying on is as plush and comfortable as the inside of a coffin looks, and when you wake the glass over top of you rises.

Instead of a feeding tube, there's a white square patch on each Champion's stomach. There's no intravenous fluids and no medical tubes to detach aside from the oxygen mask. You're free to get up as soon as you're awake. You'll be a little wobbly at first, but otherwise experience no ill effect.

Feel free to explore, Champions.

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[Junpei pulls back a little, though he doesn't let go. More he just rearranges so one arm's still slung around Ardyn and he can stare at the back of the pew in front of them, or his shoes, or whatever.]

I mean, yeah, you are. But this time... look. You both had points. I don't think it's a matter of one of you deciding the other is right.

If you can understand him, if you can see where he's coming from and still--you know, feel whatever way you feel about him, and get how he feels about you--then you'll work it out.

[He reaches across himself to bump Ardyn's arm with his knuckles.]

And that's not something you have to do by yourself, either. Romcoms are stupid, relationships are things you gotta navigate with friends' input, too.

I didn't think he was wrong to believe in the possibility. It was just a chance we couldn't take, too much risk for too little chance of a reward.

...Also that murderous lunatic can quite honestly go screw himself, he tried to frame me.

[fair.]

My last relationship of sorts was...not one that ended well. And it was long enough ago that I don't think I know how to do this anymore.

Nobody knows how to do this. You just do your best, cock it up, and keep trying. Besides, half of it's on him, too, you know? You don't have to be the sole mind-reader in the relationship.

Give yourselves some time. I'll talk to him, too, and then you'll talk.

...thanks. I-...it means a lot to me. That you're still here, helping me out even now.

[He sounds a little bewildered and pained when he finally finds a way to ask:]

Why wouldn't I be?

No, I don't--I don't mean it as if to say you wouldn't be.

It's only that I-...didn't know if whoever I am now would be as worthwhile as who I was trying to be in the mansion. I'm not the savior anymore; just a former monster trying to be human.

But that's what I'm--that's exactly why you--oh my god. Do you remember nothing about my personality, Jesus Christ.

[He rubs the inner corners of his eyes, covers his face with his palm, and sweeps his hair back.]

To hell with the guy you were trying to be in the mansion. Saviors are annoying, and hard to relate to, usually misguided--what's so great about humanity that anyone who wants to save it is seen as some kind of hero? If I always end up doing that shit it's for personal reasons only, I fucking swear.

I like you because you care, asshole, not because I need your big strong sword to save me. I just... 'trying to be human' is all you ever have to be. O-okay?