[ While Aventurine isn't entirely convinced yet, Ratio is happy to see him amused, if only because it means he's calming down from his panic and should be able to think more clearly. ]
Your luck may be real, but the toll? Less so, in my opinion.
[ He closes his eyes to think, or at least try to. He can't remember what Aventurine has told and shown him through shared memories of the losses he's been dealt. It has been a lot, but most have happened only during a specific period of his life. ]
Compared to that luck, how often has the toll been paid? If your fortune comes at a price, why didn't it come for me when I was, though only a colleague then, the person closest to you? Why didn't it come for me when I confessed months ago, if it was waiting for a suitable target?
[ He stops for a moment to catch his breath, head somewhat dizzy. Oh, he really shouldn't be talking this much should he? But he continues to talk, aware that his words are starting to make less and less sense. ]
You do not have proof that it still exists, now that you have risen to the position of Aventurine. Perhaps a lifetime's worth of fortune has already been paid in your losses. You cannot know what your so-called curse demands from you, if anything. And even if it still demands from you, you should have the power to stop it, as a Stoneheart. None of them died to an accident, correct?
[ He grips onto Aventurine's hand as desperately as he can, though given his current state, he can hardly muster the strength. ]
...I won't stop you, if you truly want to leave. If you've lost affection for me, because I was foolish and didn't protect myself from injury, knowing how you feel about that curse of yours. But I cannot accept you leaving because you are afraid that your luck will kill me. I refuse.
[ He clings onto Aventurine with all the might of a man recovering from near-death. If Aventurine left now... he wasn't a weak-willed man by any means, but how long could he go on experiencing battle, injury and trauma without him as an anchor? Nearly a year has passed here, and he already feels so tired of it all. ]
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Your luck may be real, but the toll? Less so, in my opinion.
[ He closes his eyes to think, or at least try to. He can't remember what Aventurine has told and shown him through shared memories of the losses he's been dealt. It has been a lot, but most have happened only during a specific period of his life. ]
Compared to that luck, how often has the toll been paid? If your fortune comes at a price, why didn't it come for me when I was, though only a colleague then, the person closest to you? Why didn't it come for me when I confessed months ago, if it was waiting for a suitable target?
[ He stops for a moment to catch his breath, head somewhat dizzy. Oh, he really shouldn't be talking this much should he? But he continues to talk, aware that his words are starting to make less and less sense. ]
You do not have proof that it still exists, now that you have risen to the position of Aventurine. Perhaps a lifetime's worth of fortune has already been paid in your losses. You cannot know what your so-called curse demands from you, if anything. And even if it still demands from you, you should have the power to stop it, as a Stoneheart. None of them died to an accident, correct?
[ He grips onto Aventurine's hand as desperately as he can, though given his current state, he can hardly muster the strength. ]
...I won't stop you, if you truly want to leave. If you've lost affection for me, because I was foolish and didn't protect myself from injury, knowing how you feel about that curse of yours. But I cannot accept you leaving because you are afraid that your luck will kill me. I refuse.
[ He clings onto Aventurine with all the might of a man recovering from near-death. If Aventurine left now... he wasn't a weak-willed man by any means, but how long could he go on experiencing battle, injury and trauma without him as an anchor? Nearly a year has passed here, and he already feels so tired of it all. ]