SAGAU except they're aware of what goes on when you go into the character menu???
Particularly when they pray as you hop onto the artifacts menu to raise em, whether is for for them, another character to which some might try to purposely mess the rolls up bc oops! looks like they can't use that now! :) guess they'll have to wait., or just to make space for more bc HOW IS YOUR ARTIFACT STORAGE FULL ARE YOU OKAY??? Σ(・∀・;)
Whenever you raise their artifacts they kinda feel bad if it rolled into the wrong subs when you raise it with them and would either apologize or say that it'll roll better on the next one, they know it will!! (it did not 😔)
That or they don't bc they felt silly and wanted to spite you so guess you gotta do a few more runs to try again teehee 😗👉👈 they eventually roll a ridiculously amazing artifact at some point, but just this once!
(or y'know the opposite where there's always this one character you always use to raise artifacts bc they always get the best rolls and best subs? yeah imagine them celebrating w you at how good the stats rolled too!!)
Kinda like how if you try to make gear in tkrb there's a chance of it shattering (therefore failing) instead of being able to create one and when that happens the character you brought with you for those will say things like "oh no, it broke! i'm so sorry :(" or "i-it's okay!! let's try again...!" or you just flat out hear sobbing noises bc your new feather low rolled all 5 into defense FLAT 😭 BASICALLY THAT YEAH
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“Sometimes, I think it would’ve been better if you had just killed me when we first met.”
They’d been staring at the fire, despondent and silent for so long that Rayla hadn’t thought Callum was going to talk at all, everyone else asleep in the vague quiet of the Uncharted Forest. But her head snapped up now, eyes wide awake and sharp, her voice spitting like venom.
“Callum, how could you say that—”
“They have the map,” he says listlessly. “And I have his Key. There can’t be a lot of other ways for this to end. Either you kill me first before the world is doomed, or he will, after—”
“Nothing is going to happen to you,” she says past the lump in her throat, daring to reach for the hand he has curled over his knee, his fingers shaking. Hers aren’t much better, even as she gives what she hopes is a reassuring squeeze.
She wonders if this is what he feels like, when he’d tried and failed to get through to her after the war that Viren was dead and they were safe. Now they’re very decidedly not safe, Callum’s white shock eyes flashing in her mind’s eye when she lets her thoughts wonder too far, and Viren is somehow the least of their problems.
“It’ll hurt you more this way,” he continues, like she hadn’t said anything. He still won’t really look at her. “Than it would have if we were strangers—”
“You are the reason the world has peace—”
“And I might be the reason there won’t be much of a world, peace or none, aren’t I?” he snaps back, finally looking at her. Then the ire fades, his shoulders slumping. He turns his hand over to lace his fingers through hers, even if she’s the limp one now. He runs his thumb over her knuckles. “No world for you or your parents, or Ez, and I—”
Concerned for his inner circle, like always. For her. Sometimes, she thinks he’d seal all of them up in a little magical air bubble, away from the fighting, if he could, and if push came to shove.
His voice breaks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Because he might, under Aaravos’ command. Because if she kills him, he knows she’ll never really forgive herself.
Callum has never revoked his request though—just selfish and insane enough to keep it, to put that on her shoulders. But maybe she owes him after everything she’s put him through. A way to make her live with the horror she put him through, of surviving without her, of leaving first. Maybe he believes this is her price to pay, even if the thought settles over her like ice, because no—Callum isn’t like her people. He doesn’t believe in prices. He never has.
“I don’t care if you hurt me,” she says softly. “I’m not leaving you.”
She knows she’s said the wrong thing, somehow, even if she doesn’t know how or why by the way he grouses and slips his hand out of hers.
“You should’ve killed me,” he reiterates, “before you fell in love with me.”
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