third_liberator | Holly Heights: Mailbox

[He isn't able to regard death as something alien to him. But with his short stay in Holly Heights, it isn't as though it is considered normal. Or maybe people did die and such things went unaware.

Ion removes his jacket so he is able to hand it to Tyr.]

Is everyone all right, here?

[ Tyr nods and replies as he goes to hang Ion's jacket. ]

Yeah... They're all still asleep...

[ Turning back to Ion, he takes a harder tone. ]

Are you okay, though?

[He brings himself to nod once again.]

It was for the best that I was in the living room at the time.

Mm...

[ But Tyr doesn't really want to talk about it just yet. ]

...Let's go in the living room. I'll start some tea for us, and...we can talk about this.

[He doesn't really feel like having any tea but maybe it will help Tyr. Ion easily agrees and moves off to go sit on the sofa.]

[ You're getting some damn tea, Ion.

Tyr spares Ion a glance before disappearing in the kitchen for a minute to start the water. That's all he does, and soon returns to sit beside Ion. ]

Did you...know any of them?

[He gives a quick glance of his own but to the television. Still off.]

Not personally.

Good...

[ Did Ion want the TV to be back on? Just to look at that green screen? Tyr wasn't about to turn it on without Ion asking him to, though. ]

What exactly...what did you see? When the TV turned on...

[He furrows his brow as he finally looks at Tyr. Good? It doesn't justify their deaths in any manner.]

Four of the listed victims were shown. The first, Mr. Barnaby, appeared to be relaxing. The quality made it difficult to tell if he was alive as he wasn't moving. But it was shortly after that the water was shown to be completely frozen.

[He pauses.]

He was in the ice with blood from his head frozen as well.

[ It made Ion speaking about this easier. There was nothing to do for the victims now.

Given Ion's ease of relaying what he saw, it was a good thing he didn't have any personal connections. Not that the frank description didn't make Tyr grimace. ]

Frozen?

Yes.

[What else is supposed to be done? He's just doing as Tyr asked of him and panicking isn't going to help.]

There was blood shed with each shown death save for one. It appeared that possibly her... neck was snapped.

I see...

[ He feels sick hearing that. Blood, frozen bodies, and a snapped neck. His fingers clenched in the fabric of his pants. ]

...This still doesn't seem real...

[He doesn't say anymore beyond that and merely nods like before. It certainly isn't normal. There is so much going through his mind but it's late. Tyr doesn't need all of that at this hour.]

[ So they end up sitting in silence for a while before Tyr gets up and finishes making the tea without a word. Two cups for both of them, just black tea with some sugar. He hands Ion his cup before sitting back down. ]

[Like Tyr had prepared it for when Ion was ill, Ion notes. Such a thought somewhat puts him at ease but he doesn't sip the tea right away.]

I should have contacted you later.

[ In a way, he feels like Ion needs help now just as he had then. His comment, though, only makes Tyr shakes his head. ]

No... I'm glad you told me about this now. I wouldn't want to leave you to think on this alone anyway...

[He sips his tea, finally.]

The both of us thinking on it at this hour isn't going to do you any favours, either.

[ Tyr keeps holding his cup just to enjoy the warmth. He hasn't even realized that he forgot to cover his hands; they have more important things to focus on. ]

It's a good a time as ever to think about it, though...

I have to wonder why is it...that they were killed.

[He lowers his cup after a moment.]

...

[ He looks down at his tea, his voice turning softer. ]

There are a lot of reasons someone might do this...but all at once like this, it can't be natural.

Maybe they knew something. Or it's another experiment.

[Ion looks down at his own tea.]

It's cruel.

[ Tyr glances over at Ion. He wishes he could do something, but he knows that's not possible. ]

This is too far for an experiment, but... [ It's just as possible as them being murdered to make a point, because they knew something they shouldn't. ]

...What kind of person is the landlord anyway?

I can't say that the Lessor is even a person.

[ With that, he looks at Ion fully. ]

What do you mean?

[He keeps his head down for now.]

The Lessor may be more than one person or something different entirely.

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