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I might end up letting you down.

[they can admit that. this isn't a five-year-old child, saving the life of someone who had no other fate but to be disposed of; clarte acknowledges this as far more complicated, especially considering that roxana faces her death tomorrow.]

But I'll do my best.

[ That Clarte even wants to try is enough in its own way. Maybe they won't succeed, but it succeeds in making Roxana feel an emotion she's unused to and can't quite pinpoint.

She laughs a little. ]

Your honesty inspires little faith, but what else can you do but try? [ She reaches to brush her fingers against their cheek. ] I wonder if I'll resent it, if it ends up being you tomorrow.

I'll accept it either way.

[they let her, their gaze following her hand without focus, as they smile gently.]

In that case, you can hate me, if you want.

[ She pinches their cheek gently. ]

I don't know if I could do that.

[they blink in surprise over the pinch.]

I'm honoured, then.

I won't tell you to heal your sight.

Well, I imagine you wouldn't, seeing as how my lack of it is something that potentially benefits you.

Do you want me to pinch your cheek again?

[ but harder? ]

[help]

... I feel a bit like a scolded child right now...

[ She laughs softly. ]

Did you do anything wrong?

I tend to wonder that when I'm with you, Roxana.

Sometimes, you make terrible choices, but on the whole, you're one of my favorite people here.

[they blink, surprised, before smiling.]

... Then, I'm honoured.

[and then they kill her tomorrow.]

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