They're both awful. And they're both playing into her hands. Being killed by my teammate... drinking poison and dying in front of my teammate.... Either way, I'll die, and you'll still have to walk out of here.
If you really want me to play it my way... then... I want to know what you're thinking, first.
I know they're both terrible, but some choices are still worse than others! You did this so I could walk out of here, didn't you?? [ LIVE or... die, WITH YOUR DECISION. ]
And I'm thinking my way is the way that's gonna hurt the least! We're gonna run out of time, Eveningstar!
[The manpain damage has been done, it's too late.]
It doesn't matter if I kill. You're dying either way, Star, by my hand or your own. But the difference is, if I use this [ holds the quill up ] it'll be over in seconds.
It does matter. [It matters to her!! It should matter to him! But she honestly is tripping up over what's worse at this point.] The q-quill... I could do that myself, too... [Not... really... but the thought's crossing her mind.]
[BUT YATOBALL WHY CAN'T SHE JUST AWKWARDLY ATTEMPT SUICIDE]
No, it's not. I... [Well, he told her to be selfish! She doesn't even know how to articulate this] I'm still going to die, whether it's quick or long. You being here for me... that's way more important.
[She does, but she also doesn't want him to have to kill her. But she doesn't want him to watch her die. But he's going to do that no matter what, so....]
[This is about the only compromise she can think of]
I still have a bit of time left. If... If this really want you want to do, then I want to help. So it isn't just you.
And... I have two other things to ask, before that. Is it okay?
[It's her death and her choice, but he sees no reason not to offer something swift and hopefully less traumatic than poison... or whatever the Echoes have in store. He can't escape and he's not going to simply close his eyes and sit by while she dies painfully, he does care in his... own way. What he's offering is hardly a favor, she's dead either way, but it's something he honestly feels would be best... for both of them.
It's not about what he wants, he would respect any decision of hers if she asked him to, and he'd live with it. But the fact that she seems undecided, or deciding against what may be her best shit option out of their shit choices, out of some misplaced concern for him, is what keeps him pressing it.
We do it together. [However that's going to work. It'd still be mostly (if not all) him, but at least if she contributed somehow, it wouldn't be all him. It's hardly a difference, but while she really, really, really does not want him to kill her... this might be the best option, for both of them.]
[Being selfish, being selfish.... She pats the spot next to her] Can I spend the last minutes with you? I... [I'm scared, I don't want to die, I don't want to be alone] I want to put it off a little bit. And I don't want you to.. beat yourself up over this. Or anything like that.
[He wants to argue - how is that any better? He's surely he can do it cleanly, she'd only get in the way if she tried to help somehow...
but. It's her choice.]
If that's your wish.
[He'll do what she asks - including spending her last minutes together. He just nods before joining her, turning the quill over in his hand as he settles beside her.]
If you're holding things back - you can say what you want to say, y'know.
[Well, it's more like a distraction for the both of them and her version of a fuck you to Nyssa and nerdy friend, that they'll spend the last part of this not suffering and talking about interesting things.]
[That sure showed them!] It's still pretty cool! When it's not getting blocked off by creepy Echoes or being used to bust into cute girl's rooms!
I haven't remembered anything really cool lately... except our hunt for a lake monster, but who knows how that's going to turn out. No cool godly memories yet, huh? Maybe soon...
I guess it's time to get this show on the road, huh? [A big grin, but it's hollow. Her hands have already started trembling again] Sorry for all the trouble....
[A swallow, and a deep breath.... The smile's back on, even if she's trembling faintly. If he puts his hand on her shoulder, she'll put her other one on top of it]
O-Okay... I'm ready. Let's do this.
[Just hang on a little longer, it's almost over...]
[[He moves that hand from her shoulder to the back of her neck, taking hers with it. It's far from a comforting caress, meant to hold her head steady while he bleeds her out, but it's about all he can offer. He doesn't meet her eyes, tries to stay out of her line of sight.
His grip on the quill is firm. She's terrified, and he can feel it from this close. Of course she is... but he can do this. He has to do this, before they find out what the Echo has in store. He's not shaking at all.]
Don't apologize. [ he should. ]
You'll see everyone again soon.
[The edge of the nib touches her throat, and with one swift motion, severs the artery.]
[She keeps smiling, even when he grips her neck. She tightens her own grip on the quill, though from this angle, she isn't sure exactly what that's going to do. Her eyes feel hot, so she squeezes them shut just as the nib touches her throat, willing herself to stay calm. She's had worse before. She can't cry at this. She can't lose it here, it's almost over-]
[And then it's moving. When he moves it, she puts all her strength behind it, too. Though if that even does anything, it probably just makes it messier. But she doesn't shed a tear, or make a sound. She jerks involuntarily as the blood starts to spray, but keeps her eyes squeezed shut, using all of her willpower to keep from jerking too much, quiet, from trying to scream. She's done this before, after all]
[Her hands lose grip and slip down. Fifteen, maybe twenty seconds later, her body finally goes limp.]
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If you really want me to play it my way... then... I want to know what you're thinking, first.
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I know they're both terrible, but some choices are still worse than others! You did this so I could walk out of here, didn't you?? [ LIVE or... die, WITH YOUR DECISION. ]
And I'm thinking my way is the way that's gonna hurt the least! We're gonna run out of time, Eveningstar!
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[They still have a few minutes! Probably!!] There's still time.
I... I don't want you to kill. What I really want, is.... [Not to be abandoned] .... It doesn't matter.
But if your way is what will hurt you less in the end...
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It doesn't matter if I kill. You're dying either way, Star, by my hand or your own. But the difference is, if I use this [ holds the quill up ] it'll be over in seconds.
It is all I can do.
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...That's not true. It's not all you can do.
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In here, yes it is.
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No, it's not. I... [Well, he told her to be selfish! She doesn't even know how to articulate this] I'm still going to die, whether it's quick or long. You being here for me... that's way more important.
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I'm not going anywhere... But don't you want to get this over with sooner...? [ especially since they have a time limit. why prolong any suffering? ]
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[She does, but she also doesn't want him to have to kill her. But she doesn't want him to watch her die. But he's going to do that no matter what, so....]
[This is about the only compromise she can think of]
I still have a bit of time left. If... If this really want you want to do, then I want to help. So it isn't just you.
And... I have two other things to ask, before that. Is it okay?
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It's not about what he wants, he would respect any decision of hers if she asked him to, and he'd live with it. But the fact that she seems undecided, or deciding against what may be her best shit option out of their shit choices, out of some misplaced concern for him, is what keeps him pressing it.
But--]
...Help-? [ help him kill her? how... ]
What are they?
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[Being selfish, being selfish.... She pats the spot next to her] Can I spend the last minutes with you? I... [I'm scared, I don't want to die, I don't want to be alone] I want to put it off a little bit. And I don't want you to.. beat yourself up over this. Or anything like that.
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but. It's her choice.]
If that's your wish.
[He'll do what she asks - including spending her last minutes together. He just nods before joining her, turning the quill over in his hand as he settles beside her.]
If you're holding things back - you can say what you want to say, y'know.
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[She leans her head against his shoulder when he's there despite that, and she's already calmer for it. It won't be long, now.]
[As for holding back, well, she'd already bothered him enough.]
Thanks. Did you remember anything cool lately...?
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Why is she asking about this now-?
--To take her mind off of things, right...]
How to teleport, 'course.
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[ 'cause you can bet he tried that the second he realized he was stuck in here. ]
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I mean, uh-- what about you?
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[That sure showed them!] It's still pretty cool! When it's not getting blocked off by creepy Echoes or being used to bust into cute girl's rooms!
I haven't remembered anything really cool lately... except our hunt for a lake monster, but who knows how that's going to turn out. No cool godly memories yet, huh? Maybe soon...
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And when the conversation lulls a couple minutes later, he lifts a hand towards her shoulder, the quill raised in the other.
They can't push their luck much longer; any moment now, it might be taken out of their hands entirely.]
...Star.
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I guess it's time to get this show on the road, huh? [A big grin, but it's hollow. Her hands have already started trembling again] Sorry for all the trouble....
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[I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die--]
[She'll reach up to take the quill in one of her hands, too, managing it to steady somewhat. Her heart's racing]
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O-Okay... I'm ready. Let's do this.
[Just hang on a little longer, it's almost over...]
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His grip on the quill is firm. She's terrified, and he can feel it from this close. Of course she is... but he can do this. He has to do this, before they find out what the Echo has in store. He's not shaking at all.]
Don't apologize. [ he should. ]
You'll see everyone again soon.
[The edge of the nib touches her throat, and with one swift motion, severs the artery.]
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[She keeps smiling, even when he grips her neck. She tightens her own grip on the quill, though from this angle, she isn't sure exactly what that's going to do. Her eyes feel hot, so she squeezes them shut just as the nib touches her throat, willing herself to stay calm. She's had worse before. She can't cry at this. She can't lose it here, it's almost over-]
[And then it's moving. When he moves it, she puts all her strength behind it, too. Though if that even does anything, it probably just makes it messier. But she doesn't shed a tear, or make a sound. She jerks involuntarily as the blood starts to spray, but keeps her eyes squeezed shut, using all of her willpower to keep from jerking too much, quiet, from trying to scream. She's done this before, after all]
[Her hands lose grip and slip down. Fifteen, maybe twenty seconds later, her body finally goes limp.]
[EVENINGSTAR OUTIES]