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]

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]

[hyanaimne]

[she bites her lip, half in an attempt to keep her crumbling mask in some semblance of order, before she turns away to go lean against the far wall]

It is more than what I was allowed to offer last time as well.

[redatheart]

"Allowed to"?

[normally he'd follow her to the far wall, but instead he stays where he is, though he's watching her closely from where he stands]

[hyanaimne]

Lace would not accept any of my sacrifices.

[is it a surprise that she argued with Lace too though, no it's not]

[redatheart]

[not even a little bit]

I am more than aware that you would not allow me to be the one chosen without offering your own sacrifice.

[yes he is still assuming he's going to be the one who might die. also, though, HE GETS IT, he almost didn't let League offer anything the first time.]

[hyanaimne]

. . . I never agreed to you being the one chosen in the first place.

[Ampere please]

[redatheart]

You are not going to sacrifice yourself for me.

[after that admission? hahaha no he's not even taking the chance that she dies]

[hyanaimne]

[so her self-worth is a little low, that means nothing]

And I'm not letting you die, so we are at an impasse, it seems.

[redatheart]

["my life only has worth when I give it up for others" is not a little low]

There is no point in both of us dying for sure.

[hyanaimne]

Then stop being so bloody stubborn.

[redatheart]

[he's just giving her a look]

[hyanaimne]

[IGNORING THE LOOK and sliding down the wall to sit, knees drawn up. It makes it easier to hide in her cloak, too]

[redatheart]

[again, he doesn't try to get up in her space or make her look at him or anything.

but after a few minutes of silence, he sighs]

Clover. We have to make a decision, or we both die.

[hyanaimne]

[she folds her arms on her knees and drops her head to rest on top of them. Her voice is muffled when she speaks up]

Choose something else to give up. I won't let you sacrifice your memories of Nadia.