takewing | TRAUMA PROM

You know I would give up anythin' to keep you alive.

[and now that he frames it that way, a few things are starting to come to mind]

There are some things I won't allow you to give up.

[Just. Just so we're clear on that.]

. . .

[the hand that's against hers over his heart twitches]

Fire.

. . . What?

I can give up my fire.

Khoalan I don't know if you noticed but a god gave you that . . .

And?

[man it's not like he wants it anyway]

And that means that giving it up is a terrible idea.

It ain't gonna hurt me that much. How painful could losin' a bit of fire be?

[note how he never calls it magic]

Fire tends to burn.

[Giving him a Look.]

Khoalan, let me do it. I could give up . . . [what do I have that's worth my life, that I'm willing to part with?] . . . My right hand.

You're already givin' up enough.

[said sternly]

I won't sit around and so nothin'.

[Stern tones aren't enough to make her back down.]

My morals won't save my life. If I'm going to live, I'm going to fight for it. ... We can fight for it. Together.

[Though the knowledge that doing so may spell death for some innocent stranger, or a newfound friend . . . Ducks her head, sucking in a sharp breath.]

. . .

[clenches his teeth for a moment, breathing out sharply]

. . . if it really is a matter of how difficult it is for us, then my fire may not be enough.

. . . Khoalan . . .

[Pulling back a little.]

[. . .]

[reaching down to touch the knife at his waist]

I can give up the hunt.

You can't be serious!

Is this entire situation serious, Nalea?

[answer: yes]

The hunt is your heritage. It's part of who you are! You can't give that up for me!

I can.

If I have to, I will.

Why?!

Because this is my choice. And because I'd rather lose my heritage than lose you.

[Oh.]

[S-Speechless.]

[CONGRATULATIONS YOU HAVE COMPLETELY FLOORED HER.]

[WHAT DID YOU EXPECT NALEA]

. . . that will be that, then. No use complainin' about it. What must be done, must be done.

[. . . Closes her eyes tightly, takes a deep, deep breath . . . and lets it out slowly.]

And then we see that she never, ever does this again. Shall we?

[Time to give up some rather important pieces of ourselves.]

. . . [brushing a kiss against the top of her head, still clinging to her tightly]

Let's.

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