I'll just ask him nicely, and say that I would like to attend with my boyfriend. And maybe guilt him a bit about how people have worked hard to put together something for him.
I'm not sure if Jon's had a chance to mention it yet, but Sasha's fallen into a coma. [He's only just finished texting Jon so he might not have time to tell Martin unless they were together at the time.] He thinks it's the city's doing and she should be fine in the end.
Unless you have any advice for how you stayed sane when Jon was in his coma? He mentioned you were by his side for months after, you know, everything back home.
That really wasn't a good way. I'm so sorry Martin. If I had known-- [He stops and deletes that last sentence before he writes something else. This wasn't something that he just didn't pick up on. This was something he wasn't even around to not notice.] I'm sorry that you were so alone.
I hope you know that you're not alone anymore. If anything like that happens here? Me and Sasha are both here for you.
But, if you ever have some free time, maybe you'd like to come over for a tea? Or, I dunno, something? [Come keep him company as he watches over a sleeping Sasha.]
[The text comes around 3 AM on the 2nd... after Jon had snuck out of the house and off to the Creator's residence to engage in some juvenile delinquency.]
In jail for a week. Sorry. Please feed the Captain.
I'm fine. They've just thrown me in jail for the week. I've been told I'll be dealing with some sort of Realignment punishment for a week after that, as well. Probably another ankle monitor, knowing them.
Bel and the Creator should suffer. They're horrible people who deserve to be thrown to a fucking Corruption avatar to be eaten by worms or mold or something equally vile.
[He is Big Mad at the moment about his memories being suppressed for a week and his entire personality being up-ended.]
They've done far worse. They made me forget how important you were, Martin.
[How incompatible they might have been without their shared trauma. Without Jon's personal trauma.]
How important Morrigan, Tim, Sasha, Jamie, Agnes, everyone is. They made me forget. I'd ȓ̵̼̅͋i̷̦͔͓̅́̊̃̕ͅp̴̨̼̰̍̇̏͝ ̷̦̭͚̱̭̀t̸̗̥̜͐̀h̶̤̳͕̆e̵͔̿́̍͝i̸̛͔̗͈͍͐̽͒͑r̵̛̮͈̙̹̐͝ ̸̫͈̣̂͆̈̕m̷̮̥̿͂̀̚i̷̭̻̣͇̙͛͘͠͝͠n̶̢̝̥͌́d̸̥̣̈́̐͒̚ş̶̘͘ ̴̢̯̗̞̀́͛̿̚ͅȯ̷͎̙̣̼͛̃̚͜p̴̣̓̀̿̕e̸̗̱͎̥͐̿͗̅ͅǹ̷̺̟̣̤͙̈ and pour every horror imaginable into them if I could.
[The idea of it happening again makes Jon want to throw something. He quickly discovers that everything in the cell is bolted down. He's able to throw... his balled-up sheets. There's absolutely nothing satisfying about that, so he sets to biting at his fingers, instead for some sort of outlet. It's a few minutes later when he replies.]
Then I'd want someone to kill me. Because that wouldn't be me. It's just a Not-Them roaming around in my skin.
[He already has enough issues with feeling wrong in his skin on a good day. Having everything about him fundamentally changed is possibly the most horrific thing that's happened to him here. At least at Camp, he'd still been some part of himself, even without the Eye.]
[That thought makes Martin's hands start to shake, and he can't reply for a little bit. It's not like he hasn't ever thought about it, in the apocalypse. What if the thing to restore the world is killing Jon? The lives and sanity of everyone in the world weighed up against Jon's life.]
Then don't give them a reason to, Jon! Don't- don't put killing you on me. On- on Morrigan or your friends. Please.
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