Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Spoilers for up to Case 10
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No matter how bad things are for you, someone has it worse. That was a trope that had survived to the thirtieth century-- and something Ayase had promptly tossed out the window that morning the doleful-eyed doctor had given him his test result.
He had a year left. Two, if he was lucky. And even after the near-mad rage at how unfair it was had faded, even after he decided to live instead of waiting to die... he couldn't think of anyone who had it worse than him.
And then he had met Sion.
Ayase couldn't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for him. The solitude, the scientists... but Sion had never mentioned it. Not even once. He just wanted to help the rest of them and do what he loved.
On that part at least, Ayase could empathize.
"Ayase-san?" Sion was hovering over him, a soda in each hand. "Do you want one?"
"Sure." Sion's face lit up as he handed Ayase the other can and then made his way to his computer.
"Sion."
"Yes?" Sion glanced at him as he booted up the machine.
"...Never mind. But thank you for the drink." Ayase smiled to himself as he opened his soda can. If he and Sion really were as alike as they seemed to be, then Sion didn't need to talk about his past. He'd already made his peace (as much as he could, at least), and wasn't worried if his life was worse than anyone else's. He just wanted to see if he could make tomorrow better.
Ayase could empathize with that, too.
