traumaprom the second

[hyanaimne]

[MEMORIES . . .

Well Lace isn't here surely this won't be as bad as last time!!]

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[hyanaimne]

Then don't watch.

[redatheart]

That's not the point either!

[oh look he's getting legitimately angry]

[hyanaimne]

Then what is the point? Because I'm not letting you die, Ampere. [there's only the tiniest waver in her voice] I can't.

[redatheart]

[the sound of that waver settles him a little. Not enough to make him agree, but enough bring him back from anger.]

The point is that we need to think of a solution that saves us both. It makes no sense to offer your life for mine.

And I have no intention of letting you die either.

[hyanaimne]

It makes plenty of sense. [because his life is far more worthy than hers but she isn't voicing that thought out loud]

If we were to find a solution, though, it means one of us or both would have to sacrifice something, yes?

[redatheart]

Yes, we would have to.

[hyanaimne]

. . . what would you sacrifice?

[redatheart]

[he thinks about it, for a few long moments]

My memories of Nadia.

[hyanaimne]

[she stares at him, then looks away, crossing her arms tightly]

No.

[redatheart]

Why not?

[hyanaimne]

She is someone important to you, yes?

[redatheart]

Which would make it an effective sacrifice.

[hyanaimne]

Would you let me give up memories like that?

[redatheart]

[very smoothly]

Yes, I would.

[hyanaimne]

[this is a long, searching look, before:]

So you will let me give up my memories of you?

[redatheart]

[there's a flicker of something, but he mostly manages to stay cool]

Yes. But I believe that would be overkill, if I also gave up my memories of Nadia.

[he'd let her, you know, but...he's not going to let her.]

[hyanaimne]

[she sees that. And her expression says as much]

I would rather die than make you give up your memories of her, Sayid.

[it's very odd and very wrong to call him that - and she actually briefly winces, almost guilty - but she's trying to make a point here] Just as I'd rather die than give up my memories of you. I do not care how temporary it is.

[redatheart]

[there's a moment of visible shock at hearing his name coming from her lips, almost hurt

and then he buries it again, crossing his arms over his chest]

You would not be making me do anything.

[also unsaid is that he absolutely still...wouldn't...give up his memories of her because. it would be hurting her for him not to remember her. not the other way around.]

[hyanaimne]

[she's definitely looking away now, hands falling to clench at her sides again. Deep breath in, deep breath out, don't crumble . . . ]

I don't know why you would offer something like that in the first place.

[redatheart]

Because it would be worth it.

[hyanaimne]

The hell it is!

[ha ha what is staying calm]

[redatheart]

My memories of her are important. But not as important as my life.

[then, as if an afterthought (because like hell she's offering her own life anyway), or maybe just to cut her off:]

Or yours.

[hyanaimne]

My life is not that important.

[said after a moment, very quietly, but very firmly]

[redatheart]

[equally firmly]

That is not true.

[hyanaimne]

The only worth my life holds is when I am able to sacrifice it. And I would gladly do so, so you do not have to die - again. Do not think I have forgotten what happened to you last time.