Third Spark:
[Nighttime, on deck]
Dia: [looking up at the stars] Hmmm… [sighs] [thinking] Man, I hate not being able to sleep. Being around Eduardo stresses me out a lot. Can’t that guy ever put away his gun?! I swear, one day I’m going to take that from him and give him a good scolding. Sigh, I wonder how mom’s doing… she’s probably worried sick about me. I wish I could send her something to let her know I’m alright…
Eduardo: Yo.
Dia: What the?! Oh, it’s just you.
Eduardo: Just me?
Dia: Sorry about that. Did I wake you up?
Eduardo: Yeah, you did. [sits down next to her] Something bothering you?
Dia: If you call a natural tendency to not be able to sleep, then yes.
Eduardo: You have insomnia?
Dia: Yeah… kind of. [looking back up at the stars] What about you? Why didn’t you just roll back over and get some sleep?
Eduardo: I needed some air. The room was getting stuffy.
Dia: Oh. [goes back to her thoughts]
Eduardo: … Thinking about home?
Dia: How’d you know?
Eduardo: Lucky guess.
Dia: … Yeah. I am. [sad smile] My mom must be worried sick. I should get back to her as soon as I can. [empty laugh] Man, I’m gonna get fired.
Eduardo: From your bar job?
Dia: Yep. It was the only one I had. But my family needs the money so I’ll have to think of something else. Problem is, now that I’ve associated with you guys, that’s going to be tough. [sighs] Why am I an idiot?
Eduardo: Because that’s just who you are.
Dia: [sarcastic] Thanks. You make me feel so much better.
[Eduardo pats her head]
Eduardo: You’re smart; you’ll think of something. [gets up to leave] Unlike you, I actually need sleep to function. ‘Night.
Dia: ‘Night.
Dia's Voice: Soon enough, I found myself falling asleep on the deck under the bright, glistening stars.
~*~
[Morning]
Dia: Grah, why is it so bright… oh yeah. Fell asleep on deck… [sits up and yawns] Boy oh boy is Eduardo going to shoot me- Hey wait, is that who I think it is? [goes over to the wheeldeck] Eduardo?
Eduardo: You finally woke up, huh.
Dia: If you wanted me up earlier, you could have woken me up. I was out there on deck.
Eduardo: …
Dia: [thinking] Great, he’s gone mute. Simply wonderful. [speaking] Is there anything I need to do?
Eduardo: Navigation room. Now.
~*~
Dia: So…
Eduardo: [pulls out some charts] I want you to study these for an hour. After that, Nathan’s going to give you some more work. [leaves]
Dia: … Okay? [sits down] Better get started…
~*~
Dia: [thinking] I’m so tired. I shoulda gotten more sleep last night… [stretches her arms behind her head and leans back, when she loses her balance] [speaking] TOO FAR! [falls] OOF! [rubbing head] Man, that hurt…
[Eduardo walks in]
Eduardo: … [shocked]
Dia: Oh, hey… [waves] Eh heh heh heh…
Eduardo: How… Do I even want to know?
Dia: I leaned back and fell, okay? Hmph, don’t judge me. [rolls over and gets up, dusting herself off]
Eduardo: [takes her arm] You.
Dia: Uh, me, what?
Eduardo: You must be accident prone. You injured yourself again.
Dia: Hm? [looks at her arm where a large angry gash is] Oh, that? I got that when I was cooking yesterday. The ship rolled and I fell down, the knife hitting my arm. It’s no big deal though. I bandaged it as soon as possible- [he begins dragging her to Christopher’s office] Hey! What the! Where!
Eduardo: Shut up! I’m taking you to Christopher!
Dia: [squirming] I told you! I’m fine!
Eduardo: Quit your squirming!
Dia: I don’t need to go to Chris’s! I keep telling you! I’m alright!!!
Eduardo: Why don’t you listen to me? I’m taking you to Christopher no matter what you say.
Dia: I’m!!! Fine!!!
[Eduardo opens the door to Christopher’s office and pulls Dia over to a seat]
Eduardo: Doc, we have a slight problem.
Dia: We do not! You’re just being overprotective!
Christopher: What happened this time?
Eduardo: [pulls up her arm] This.
Christopher: Oh my.
Dia: It’s not that bad! [pulls her arm back] I simply cut myself while cooking. It’s happened before.
Christopher: Let me see. Hm… There’s no sign of infection.
Dia: [to Eduardo] See?? It’s fine!!!
Christopher: But it’s not yet sterilized. Until I sterilize it, it could still get infected. [goes over to his medicine shelf] How exactly did this happen?
Dia: [as if being drilled] Yesterday while cooking the ship rolled and I slipped. The knife dropped out of my hand and cut my arm as I fell.
Christopher: Was Nathan there?
Dia: No. He was getting something from the storeroom.
Christopher: You bandaged it yourself?
Dia: Yeah. I used my sleeve to cover it so he wouldn’t ask about it and drag me here.
Christopher: You really don’t like me that much, do you?
Dia: It’s not you! You’re a sweet guy, Christopher! I just… [looks away] I just hate being helped. That’s all. Whenever someone helps me I feel terrible, like I’m being a burden or something. So I always try my best not to get hurt or sick and to be as helpful as I can.
Eduardo: Just because you need help doesn’t mean you’re a burden.
Dia: Eh?
Eduardo: If you were a burden… [wicked smile towards her] I’d would’ve thrown you overboard a LONG time ago.
Dia: [thinking] I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…
