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[firstroar]

[unbidden, a couple tears roll down his cheeks. there's anger in him for his state - a brilliance of power trapped in a failing, failing form. he can't even feel it right now, that brilliance...it's made the world so much colder, darker, and lonelier.

his fingers squeeze a little tighter on hers.]

It should've...been someone else. Sabriel. The price you have to pay...

[he isn't worth that cost, he's certain.]

[bindsthedead]

It's paid, and complaining won't get it back.

[Sabriel squeezes back, offering a reassuring smile.]

If absolutely necessary... I'll make another bargain. But... I have no idea what the price would be.

[firstroar]

[he shakes his head a little, dismayed by her resolve - not that she has it, but that she has to have it at all.

she's so young. legacy or not, she...shouldn't...]

The cost...falls upon the one raised, too.

[bindsthedead]

But- why? You didn't have a choice! It was all my doing!

[This was Sabriel's doing, Sabriel's choice- why should Blue be punished, for choices she made herself?]

[firstroar]

Because it wasn't...all your doing. Viveca has said...the orbs' power was in play. In your act. In what restored me.

[bindsthedead]

But- I didn't call on its power. I was using my own abilities to mend your body and put your spirit back in. The orb didn't help me, it just- pulled at me.

[firstroar]

[he lifts his head enough to peer at her through his bangs. his eyes are tired, dimmer than they usually are. the psionic glimmer is absent entirely.]

And it pulled...pieces of me out, I suppose. I'm not whole anymore. That's my price.

She says...there will always...be a price.

[bindsthedead]

Why though? We weren't drawing on its power- if anything, keeping you alive was helping it become whole. So why was there a cost?

[firstroar]

I don't...have that answer for you. I don't know.

I don't know.

[bindsthedead]

I'll talk to Viveca about it. She probably knows the answer, even if she won't volunteer it.

[firstroar]

[Blue just breathes out a faint, acknowledging sound, his grip going slack.]

Do as you will, Sabriel.