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Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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That is correct.

[What a stare to see on his face of all people.]

[it's hard being a fresh amnesic who is still not sure how much trust he can give to people]

Dusk mentioned you.

[and now he's torn between obviously wanting the help Dusk said she could give (he can't live like this forever, he can't, he can't) and still being skittish]

But. . . even if you can help us, you can't-- you can't just do that right here, right now. Right?

I would imagine so.

Not in this exact moment, but I will not need long to prep, either

[quiet for a long, long moment, turning his thoughts over in his brain]

[and then he speaks]

Then let's make a deal.

Give me some time to check on everyone else.

[some time to focus his attention on something that (he perceives) is productive]

And tomorrow morning, I'll let you do whatever it is you need to do to. . . fix my little problem.

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First thing in the morning, and I do mean the morning. You will be asleep for the procedure, so there is no need to wait longer than necessary.

[god he feels so tense just talking about this]

Okay.

[breathe, Spark. breathe]

First thing in the morning.

Is there anything you want from me in payment?

[because he doesn't assume people do nice things for him for free]

[shows up at 00:00]

Your name, for a start.

[the age old question of, does midnight count as "tomorrow"]

[also stares into the distance for a moment before answering with a straight face]

Twilight Pink Sparkleshy.

. . . Spark for short.

[if she thinks this is odd, she does not stop at all.

She does make a noise, not quite disapproving, nearly...wistful, but it is very quiet.

As expected.]

Spark-han, then. The full name for special occasions. Did you have any questions for me?

[nothing less from Kurusu Akira]

I— no. Not that I can think of off the top of my head.

[he thinks he already understands what this place is like. and after a moment's hesitation]

Thanks, though.

Nothing about the procedure?

Nnnnnope.

[POPS THAT P FOR EMPHASIS]

I'm good with not knowing exactly what you're going to do while I'm lying asleep and vivisected on an operation table.

As you like then, Twilight Pink Sparkleshy-han.

[she delivers that with far more grace and dignity than it should possibly have.]

[it occurs to him he should not be rude to his surgeon]

[BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY—]

Wow.

That really rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it.

Quite so.

[...she wants to ask, but she cannot bring herself to say the name aloud]

You chose it well.

"Well?"

[just. huffs a little bit, and for the first time, he allows a small flicker of amusement to cut through his shock from the trial]

Guess if I wanted to be memorable I managed to achieve that in droves.

I do not think anyone could forget you even if they tried.

[hm. . .?]

You think I'm that memorable already?

Is it the kigurumi?

It does suit you.

[is that a yes or a no? hm. mysteries.]

[. . . is that a yes or a no. . .]

[TILTS HIS HEAD AT HER. . . not suspicious, but definitely. curious]

You said that once already.

Way back when we first met. Before you really knew me.

...I am not certain I take your meaning.

[does he...remember?]

[UNFORTUNATELY, NOPE]

[but he does sense something a bit. . . off. . . about how she approaches him. even though he can't quite put his finger on what it all means just yet]

[either way, he watches her for a moment, silent and expression unreadable, before he shakes his head]

Mmm. It's nothing.

-- you should check on. . . Jasmine, right? I think they were hurt, too.

I will pretend that you did not tell me to attend my own team, as though they would not be my highest priority.

[she is still very calm in her tone. she doesn't sound mad despite her words]

[oh my god]

[his answer is blunt, delivered in the same tone one may use if they're staring into the abyss with a deadeyed expression]

S-- sorry.

I was using it as an escape from the. . . conversation. . . not an indication that I didn't think you already had checked on them first.

There is no need to apologise. If you would prefer that I leave you alone, that is well within my means.

[he already agreed to the surgery so that's all she needs, really, she can stop bothering him, otherwise.]