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WHO: Rung, Open~
WHERE: He's wandered into Alpha Trion's Quadrant.
WHEN Sometime after the bad session with Fortress Maximus.
WHAT: He failed at the only thing he's ever truly been good at and he feels miserable because of it.
WARNINGS: N/A

Rung felt like a failure; an absolute failure in what he was supposed to be good at. He was supposed to help Fortress Maximus, do what he could because that's what his function was, and yet he'd completely fallen apart when the other had gotten upset and instead of helping he'd probably caused more harm than good. He'd lost his composure, let his emotions come through too much, and hadn't been able to keep his own haunting memories at bay.

It was everything that therapist wasn't supposed to do.

A small voice in the back of his head reminded him, as he walked along lost in thought, that the incident was still fairly fresh--recent enough that at times he could still feel the sting of the blow to his head--but a larger voice, the more stubborn one that Rung was letting have control at the moment, argued that it didn't matter. He should have been able to put it all aside and not let it get to him. He should have been able to calm Fortress Maximus down and helped him instead of freaking out.

He'd thought about retracting his offer for the time being, since he didn't feel like he was a good enough doctor to help anyone now, but he'd already made steps with several and he couldn't--wouldn't back out on them now.

But he'd never really felt more worthless in all of his existence really.

Rung had been so lost in thought that he didn't really realize where he'd ended up until he finally caught sight of a lake, the therapist's optics flickering as he slowed to a stop, staring out over the waters before finally looking around. It was very serene in a way, peaceful in a way that reminded him of what Blurr had said.

This must be Alpha Trion's quadrant.

Hesitating for a moment more, Rung's vents cycled softly as he pushed forward, heading down closer to the lake to just sit and..stew some more. Berate himself some more? Something like that...

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     Well, so much for not thinking about home. But talking about it with someone like this didn't make him feel so sad. While certainly he missed his friends, he trusted that they would be okay, and he believed he would see them again, even if it wasn't soon. For now, such thoughts would hold him over.

     "Well, no. I live there with Master Eraqus, Terra and Aqua. It's not really a big place, but it's big enough."

     Although he had no idea how long a millenia was, he had a feeling it was a pretty long time. "That's good. I'd think so, anyway. Otherwise you wouldn't be doing it for so long, right? And it's a good thing to help others too."

Rung nodded, again logging that information alongside all the rest that he now had going for Ventus. He didn't consider the other a patient; the therapist just liked to keep all the information he could on others that way he'd never forget the small things.

"I see. So..you are here alone?" he asked then his optics flickered and a sheepish look appeared. "I'm sorry that was probably a horrible thing to ask," Rung said hurriedly, feeling bad now because the other didn't need to be reminded of that.

He really just wasn't on his game today. At all.

"Yes, it has just been something that's natural for me I suppose," he murmured in reply as he recovered from his sheepishness.

     The boy forced a smile, waving a hand. "It's okay. I...well, I haven't been here two weeks, but if there was anyone I knew around, I guess I would've found out by now."

     It was probably the longest he'd ever been away from any of his friends, though, bound to be longer if what he'd heard about this place was true. Ventus sighed, turning about to face the lake again. He stretched his arms out over his head for a moment before just plopping down to sit where he'd been standing.

     "You must be a really good doctor, then."

Rung hesitated a moment, feeling bad because he could see through that forced smile easy enough. Slowly he resettled on the ground once Ventus had sat down as well, vents cycling quietly.

"...My apologies for saying that, again I mean. I didn't mean to upset you in any manner, Ventus," he said softly, quiet for a moment as his thoughts went to earlier in the day before he shrugged just a touch. "I'm not sure if really good is the best way to describe me. I do what I can."

"I'm not upset- not...that upset, anyway. I do miss my friends, but I've also made some new ones here, so I know I'm not really alone." Pulling his knees up, he folded his arms over them.

"Guess everyone does what they can. I'm not sure what I can do here yet, but I told Prima I'd try."

"..That's good, because feeling alone...I don't approve of that for anyone," Rung said with a shake of his head, even if most of the time he himself felt quite alone.

Didn't matter though, at least not so much anymore. He was surrounded by individuals that seemed to care in some way.

"I'm sure you'll find a calling here, Ventus," he murmured, glancing down at the human. "You don't seem like the type to give up all that easily."

     "It's not a good feeling," Ventus agreed.

     Funny how he hadn't really thought about it when he'd first left the Land of Departure. But then he'd been looking for Terra. And even after he'd met up with both of his Keyblade-wielding friends, the boy still hadn't been so bothered, being on his own. Was being here any different? Maybe only if he looked at it that way.

     Lifting his head, a happier smile flickered on his face again, an expression that was much better suited than a frown. "Oh, I'm nowhere near giving up."

"Good," Rung said happily, glad to hear that the other was at least in somewhat good spirits about everything. And that smile definitely was a much better fit for the young man.

"So how are you doing here, by the way? I hope that everyone has been kind to you thus far."

"I've been doing all right I guess," the boy nodded. "Most everyone I've talked to has been nice and helpful." Of course, then there was that one stranger that was going off about destroying all life...

"I've heard there's things and people to be careful of around here, though."

"Unfortunately there are, from what I've heard," Rung said sadly, knowing that Overlord especially was out there lurking and it just wasn't a comforting thought at all. He had no idea who else was out there but he was going to be much more careful now.

"I suppose that's something that occurs wherever you are though."

He knew all too well about that, giving a reluctant nod. "Unfortunately. Guess I should be used to it." At least there weren't any Unversed, although he wondered if any could show up here, given how unpredictable the Lambda was.

Rung offered Ventus a faint sort of smile.

"I think many of us here have reason to be use to those that could cause harm and trouble," he said in a bit of a wistful, sad way, wishing it wasn't true but, well...

"It'd be nice to think that somewhere there was a place where there wasn't any bad stuff like that." He rested his chin over his arms, looking wistfully out at the placid waters of the lake.

Ventus used to believe that of the Land of Departure. There didn't seem to be anything that could go wrong there, nothing that could ever bring his friends apart. How quickly that had all changed.

"..Perhaps this place has the potential to become that. Just because there are a few individuals doesn't mean we should give up on the hope that there can be a standing peace here," Rung said sincerely and it was obvious that he truly believed it was possible.

It..was just going to take a lot of work from everyone here.

Turning his head to glance in Rung's direction, the boy smiled faintly.

"...it's true. There seems to be a lot here that are trying to make things work for everyone. So as long as we're willing to do something.."

"Then there is always the potential for this place to be the peaceful haven that we all truly desire," Rung replied, giving the other a soft and warm smile.

He knew, for a fact, that it would do a lot of individuals good; it was just a matter of reaching that peaceful setting.

Ventus nodded, feeling no need to add to that. It was a comforting reminder, and certainly for his time here thus far, the boy had spoken to more pleasant individuals than troublesome.

If anything happened, then he trusted there would be those who would act accordingly. And even if this Unicron was trying to make a mess of everything, well, Ventus believed that he'd be taken care of too.

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