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“You can’t seriously be okay with KILLING her, Flaire!! You’re better than that!” Quinti hissed before whirling to call after the limeblood, “And how could you make him do this, Kytkin??”
“It was his choice. I wanted to take my own life, but he hated the thought of that, so I honoured his request. To be honest, this is the best way things could turn out.” Kytkin leaned in the doorway, highly irritated.
Flaire winced again as he felt the anger rolling off of Quinti in spades. He hated making her this angry and was, in all honesty, afraid of having this conversation. However, Kytkin was too far gone at this point.
“Quinti, this is simply for the best by now. It’s either that or her kill herself. Do you think I’m more ok with her suicide than I am her fighting? I might not be a killer but what I AM is a warrior. For someone like me, suicide is not a way I would EVER allow a friend to take. Even…Even if I had to take it myself.”
Quinti pressed her lips together in a thin line before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. When she opened them again, they smoldered with some dark, intense emotion.
“Flaire,” she said softly, her voice controlled as though she was restraining herself from yelling, “When someone tells you they want to die, the absolute LAST thing you want to do is HELP them do it! She needs help, but not that kind of help! You’re her friend, not her executioner!”
The aquablood’s gaze flicked to Kytkin standing in her doorway, her lips turning down into a frown.
“As for you, you do not get to give up just because life is hard. You do not get to stand there and say you want to die just because you’ve experienced a lot of misfortune. You know what you do when you get kicked to the ground? You get. The fuck. Back up. And yeah, sometimes you need someone to help you. But you need to learn how to ASK for help. You’re not in this alone, Kytkin. And anyone who’s willing to just give up isn’t worthy to be my kismesis.”
“You’re such an idiot.” Kytkin rolled her eyes and turned back to Quinti, looking both exhausted and enraged. She was not simply going to put up with the blue blood pushing her nose where it did not belong. “Do you know the first thing about my life? No. Do you know what it is like to be a lime blood? No. You really don’t know anything. If you knew the first thing about my life, you wouldn’t object. They last sweep has been hard. I got raped my my matesprit, afterwords he beat me half to death and left me for dead. Then I lost my lusus. I went blind, and lost my matesprit, and only then did someone tell me what future I would be facing as a lime blood. At best, I get executed, as worst, tortured for information about other lime blood then left to die in a ditch somewhere. So you need to shut up and let me do what I have to do before you make an even bigger fool of yourself.”
The little lime blood huffed and turned away from Quinti again. She really just wanted to get this over with. If only she could just knock the pretty little blue blood out.