traumaprom the second

[hyanaimne]

[MEMORIES . . .

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

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[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.

[redatheart]

[there's a long pause, and then he's stepping way into her space]

Your life is only worth giving up?

[his voice is edged. not dangerous, but sharp, like the way he's looking at her. (and there's a hint of sadness there too, because clover, really but mostly it's easier to lean towards anger)]

[hyanaimne]

[she stands her ground, stands up straighter, but she's also sinking back into the hood of her cloak]

I told you; I would give my life to protect yours.

[redatheart]

But that isn't all you're worth.

[he's...not necessarily going to argue with the sentiment, since he would totally do the same]

[hyanaimne]

Saying I am worth even that is a stretch.

[this is not a conversation she wants to have. She barely gets the words out evenly]

[redatheart]

Clover.

[okay it's easy to be mad but nope, he can't help but let some dismay slip in there]

[hyanaimne]

Don't. [it's snapped out, but there's an undertone of pleading there. She takes a shaky breath]

I could give her my magic, or my memories, but how do we know that is enough? How do we know what you're willing to sacrifice is enough?

[redatheart]

We don't know. But it's more than what I offered last time.

[he'll offer more so that she'll let him be the one on the chopping block]