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[honorism]

[I'LL MAKE THIS LOOK NICE EVENTUALLY ISWEAR DON'T @ ME]

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[mantlebearer]

[ wait a goddamn minute here. ]

I'm sorry, what? What do you mean, this isn't how he dies?

[honorism]

Because it isn't. My dragon dreams. I've seen how we both will die and neither of it is here.

Things will be fine. It must be. Because if it changes then that means it always could be changed and it never has been before. [Because then so much could've been stopped and no one cared to try to listen to her]

[mantlebearer]

[ yes, he reads the "things will be fine," but hold on, he's still stuck here — ]

Tell me, then. How does he die? For comparison's sake.

[ it is not for comparison's sake at all. ]

[honorism]

[For a long moment she doesn't answer, and then:]

In battle. It's as he would want it. His other eye is closed and he falls. Swallowed up in the God's Eye.

[mantlebearer]

[ in battle.

the word, though he doesn't hear it, reverberates inside his head as if it's been shouted at him, as if it's an echo that goes on forever, and ever, and ever — ]

And what is the God's Eye?

[honorism]

A lake. The largest in the land. There's a small island in the middle, so from the air it looks like an eye.

[She doesn't think she'll be alive long enough to see Aemond die anyhow, though she can't say for sure. She's already mourned it and will mourn it again, probably, if she survives long enough.]

So he will not meet his end in this place of all places.

[mantlebearer]

Is that supposed to make me feel better? Knowing that he not only died once, here, but that he's going to die again, this time permanently?

Fuck that. Maybe your visions can't be changed... but maybe they can. Your visions haven't accounted for me. I will find a way for him to live.

[honorism]

Everyone dies. And for most, it is indeed permanent. So yes, you should take comfort in knowing that this time it is not.

[Does he think he will go home with them? Does he think his very existence will deny fate and history? Helaena suspects he's not thinking much at all right now.]

Then I shall pray for your victory in this.

wraps this up a thousand years later as i emerge from my hiatus

[mantlebearer]

I appreciate the thought, but I'm done waiting for some God or another to hear any of us, even less grant us mercy. I'll carve up the world, this or any one out there, as long as Aemond survives. I don't need a god.