[Lavi watches, like the audience he's meant to be. He watches like the Bookman he still thinks he should be. And he watches, as someone who knows Nameless and has come to care for him, despite good sense and what he's done.
He doesn't flinch, but he stiffens. Grows very still at the first strike, then the other. Compares this end to another. And finally, moments after the memory ends.]
...You deserved to live.
[grief presses at the edges of his words, words that can do nothing in the end.]
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He doesn't flinch, but he stiffens. Grows very still at the first strike, then the other. Compares this end to another. And finally, moments after the memory ends.]
...You deserved to live.
[grief presses at the edges of his words, words that can do nothing in the end.]
You should have gotten that second chance.