eachdraidh | unseelie; video.

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They're going to take our power, one by one, and the lives of everyone here. I don't consent to live like this. I don't know about worlds being eaten in our homes or being born again later, and I don't care. Our lives are being ended as they are now.

I don't like to kill needlessly, but it will keep happening—if you meet someone who wants to let that thing destroy everything, including you, then you should find your chance and stick a blade into their heart.

[ she hurls her locket at the wall, and the video hits its target and shuts down. ]

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I wonder how history will remember us. As saviors or as murderers.

[ She snorts. And—that's about it. Katsa doesn't look as though she's about to say anything else after that humorless laugh and there's a long pause, but suddenly she speaks. ]

History can remember whatever it likes.

[ She already knows what it thinks of her. ]

I'm not concerned with it either. History tends to be more generous to the victors, it doesn't always care about the truth.

[The irony of him talking about truth when he'd lived his life as a lie...he'll never get over it.]

We're in agreement. Stick your blade into as many hearts as you can, no matter the circumstances. No one will know the truth of it but you. I can live with that.

Well. Not no matter the circumstances. It's just that in this case the circumstances aren't waiting around.

[ She plays with the chain of her locket, and the video bounces a little. ]

What's remembered isn't important: just that there's something to remember at all. I want to make sure of even that little bit.

I'm not sure anything's important in the face of that thing. You mentioned the circumstances - is there anything that would make you hesitate?

If killing would cause more trouble than solve it or if there's a way to go without doing it I would—but I know that may be too much to hope for now.

[ She's not blind to that, much as she still feels angry that it's come to this, all this killing. ]

So stick your blade not into simply as many hearts as you can, but only into as many that would keep us from surviving this.

I know more about trouble than hope. Maybe that's why I prefer to not take chances.

[Jack smiles, a little amused despite the bitter edge to him.]

But I hope that yours sinks to the hilt every time.

Mm...

[ She seems to think about that. There's something worth considering there. At Jack's well wishes to the fate of her blades, Katsa blinks back to the conversation and smiles back, though grimly. ]

It always does. But just in case, I'll be sure of it and will think of you when it does.

You're making me blush.

[As if anything has the power to do that.]

I would ask another favor of you. If you should survive and I don't, make my history a good one.

I have to know your history first. [ Her expression softens a little. ] You seem quick to think you won't survive, though.

A prince who fell from grace isn't very original. I have faith that you can make up something far better.

[Jack tilts his head, considering that last part.]

I don't plan on dying, but I've already escaped a worse fate - don't add that to my story, it'll detract from the tragedy. And people love a good tragedy.

What an honor, then, to be gifted with the responsibility of your story, lord prince.

[ She's teasing him, though her joke delivery is as deadpan as usual. ]

I'll do my best. Shall I add in a broken heart as well?

Make it a beautiful young peasant girl. People love fairy tales like that. Or, you could say that you did the deed, and that I rushed into battle and never looked back.

The personal touch never goes amiss.

[ Katsa might be trying not to smile. ]

History would remember you as foolish if you rushed yourself into battle over a broken heart. You'd have no one but your own choices and risks to blame for that. And I would have to be cruel then to brag about it to other people—assuming I'd even wish to link myself to you in a story.

[Then he'll keep trying to make her. She can be angry and smiling at the same time. Or at least he's done it.]

But I couldn't live in a world without you. So I rushed off to prevent its end, hoping you could live on. It's only after I died that you realized you still loved me, and swore to make me immortal with the power of your very lips.

[Jack sighs heavily. Dramatically.]

You're right, it's hideous.

[ That does it. The tight band of her anger loosens, and Katsa laughs a full, loud laugh. It's a nice feeling. ]

Yes, absolutely hideous. Has anyone told you that you're a ridiculous man?

[It's not a bad sound, either. One of the better things Jack has done.]

I can't say that they have. Another honor I lay at your feet.

Oh. Well, I'm just getting all sorts of honors today. Aren't I lucky? I'll make sure others know to inform you of your absurdity from now on. What name shall I give them, lord prince?

[He almost gives her someone else's name as the cherry on top, but decides to go with a touch more sincerity at the end.]

Jack Benjamin.

At least that's not as absurd as the rest. [ she would know. she's thinking of one very absurd princely name particularly, but she doesn't imagine that jack knows it. ] My name is Katsa, and I don't have the power to make anyone immortal.

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