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[requiemed]

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[selfimmolates]

[...]

For my family's continued survival to be ensured.

[requiemed]

...You deserved that and more. That's all I'll say.

[selfimmolates]

You deserved your wish as well.

[though it might not be too late for her. merriment's not likely to wish, but love still has a chance.]

[requiemed]

...Connor deserved it, too.

[A small sigh.]

[selfimmolates]

[a beat.]

But he's still alive?

[requiemed]

...No he isn't, he—

[Oh. Oh, right.]

Oh, no, sorry - that was my brother's name, too.

[selfimmolates]

[well then.]

What a coincidence.

[requiemed]

...Yeah. It was weird to get used to, at first, especially since they're... about as different as two people can be.

[selfimmolates]

I can imagine.

[requiemed]

I'm not sure you can, actually.

[She says, without elaborating on what she's getting at. Either way:]

...What do you think we should do, now that we're here?

[selfimmolates]

I'm going to focus on investigating. There may not be much we can do now that we're eliminated from the competition, but I won't give up without trying.

[what's taking a break.]

[requiemed]

I should have known that would be your answer.

[A small smile, exhausted and more than a little sad.]

[selfimmolates]

[he ignores any sadness.]

I can be predictable, sometimes.

[requiemed]

Predictable isn't the word I would have used, but I doubt you'd like my choice.

[selfimmolates]

Probably not, no.

[requiemed]

I'm gonna say it anyways. Brave, persistent, caring... All that stuff.

[selfimmolates]

... Not really. I just do what needs to be done.

[requiemed]

[She looks at him for a second.]

You know, someone pretty smart told me once that giving up is always an option.

[selfimmolates]

And what makes you think I haven't taken that option before?

[requiemed]

[She pauses for a minute.]

What do you mean?

[selfimmolates]

[...]

What it sounds like. I gave up, and I regret a lot of what happened because of that. So I'm making up for it now.

[requiemed]

Can I ask... what happened?

[selfimmolates]

[he shrugs.]

People dying, my sister cutting off her ear, stuff like that.

[requiemed]

...Stuff like that. Right. Just normal things like that.

[she hates this so much—]

I meant more, like... When you say you gave up, what does that mean?

[selfimmolates]

That? Nothing in particular, really. I guess it'd be more honest to say that I didn't bother with hope from the beginning. Logic and pragmatism were easier.