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Who: Shinjiro
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, Hospitality Deck
When: Current

[ The video starts, but it would be easy to assume at first that the young man featured in it was still asleep. He's got a grey beanie shoved over his eyes in a manner that was definitely intentional. But after a long moment, he groans and sits up, pulling the beanie up so he can see what he's doing. ]

...Ugh. Where...

[ He does notice the camera after a moment, and he freezes. It's with an entirely unhappy scowl that he turns away after a moment, looking around. ]

What the hell is this?

[ He didn't ask for this, and he definitely doesn't seem impressed to be the latest member of intergalactic reality television. ]

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[ He frowns. ]

Then where did you plan on going?

[ He shrugs slightly. ]

I didn't really have a plan. Sora and I were just going from world to world.

[ He relaxes a little at that. ]

Well, as far as plans go, that one is not terrible.

[ Shinjiro raises an eyebrow slightly. ]

What were you expecting?

[ Though if Shinjiro were completely honest, the whole thing had been more sprung on him than actually intended. But Sora hadn't let him go with his original plan; to run away from everyone he knew forever. ]

For you to do something stupid and doom yourself to martyrdom, of course.

[ Shinjiro snorts lightly. ]

I don't really think of myself as the martyr type.

[ He pauses for a moment. ]

...I didn't think I'd see you again.

You were not meant to.

[ If he had seen any of them again, he would have wavered in his duty. But he softens the blow to his words. ]

But perhaps it is better it happened this way.

Meant to or not... I'm glad it happened.

[ He definitely means it, not that he'd think Dune would doubt him. ]

I know.

[ He's gentle. ]

But things have not changed for me.

I didn't think they had.

[ His voice gets a little low as he says that. ]

Still... it's nice to have a little while longer.... Even if it's putting off the inevitable.

[ He sighs, coming closer. Leto carefully rests his palm against Shinjiro's cheek, the wormskin stark against their skin. ]

Foolish.

[ Shinjiro leans ever-so-slightly into the touch. The wormskin is strange, but he can live through the odd sensation. ]

I know.

It is your thing, anyway.

[ He pulls his hand away after a while, mindful of how he feels. ]

We might not be assigned to the same ship.

I'd be surprised if we were.

[ Pleasantly surprised, but still. ]

That doesn't mean I won't keep in touch while I can. We're still Ruby, even if we're not in the same place.

Of course.

[ That bond is steel and born of blood. ]

Do you know what your augment is?

[ It's Lab Support, but he actually hasn't focused on that knowledge. He shakes his head. ]

I'm not entirely sure how to figure that out.

I'm sure it'll come to you once you arrive on your ship. I happen to be tactical support, apparently.

Tactical support, huh?

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Sounds like something that would suit you.

[ With cheek. ]

I do like tactically destroying my enemies.

[ Shinjiro laughs lightly. ]

Is that so?

Of course. It's one of my greatest talents.

I can see that, too. Makes me glad I was never your enemy.

[ Though he probably pissed him off once or twice. ]

I don't have that many enemies anyway. I've crushed them all into the sand.

[ And they will no longer rise up against him. The Corrino threat was gone, the Harkonnen family was all but dust. ]

Is that literal?

[ His tone is light, teasing. But he does remember that Dune came from a desert planet. ]

Well. I meant it metaphorically, but it applies in a literal sense too.

[ He waves his hand flippantly. ] At least while I'm here, Ghani will look after the throne. She and Farad'n need to spend time together and I'm hardly conducive to that.