Even in repose, Ioan is uddly gruff. He mostly wishes Poor Twin had told him about all that, but of course she couldn't, etc., and now his tender heart is not even protected by a suit and a kerchief. There's not even a makeshift ascot. Just a cloth that's had the softness blasted out of it by a thousand disinfectants, which doesn't even look good with his coloring. WOE.
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