( he's said the same thing, so many times. that it will never be over, that he's tired, that this is a shit idea, that they should just. stop, that the world doesn't deserve them constantly reliving trauma after trauma just to keep some asshole from destroying everything. they've watched generation after generation get to live already from their sacrifices. enough should have been enough, right? how long do they have to continue doing this for? until the end of time? until someone else comes around and destroys everything?

except that's not emmet, usually. usually. sylvain raises a hand, presses it to emmet's cheek. tips his head down to press a kiss to his cheekbone. )

Hey. Don't say shit like that, alright? We haven't fought this long just to give up. We'll finish it. Take him out, destroy the book. Get rid of it for good--and then we'll get the rest of that life to ourselves. To do whatever the hell we want.

( he's not great at hope, but he can bullshit it when needed. sylvain likes to be more practical. eventually it'll be over. eventually they'll be done. whether or not it'll end in their favor, he doesn't know. )

It'll end. And when it does, I'll give you whatever you want.

( might be best to take the time to re-center emmet, to distract him from whatever the hell he's getting stuck inside of. sylvain. takes a breath in, lowers his head, to nip just over emmet's adam's apple. )