[ Kaeya is thinking along the same lines as Misa is right now. Any memory that would count as precious is just as bitter as it is sweet, and all of them are tied to his time with Diluc before Master Crepus' untimely death. He doesn't have many of them, but that's exactly why he'd rather not give any of them up — least of all to satisfy some twisted creature who decided to mess with them.
Right now, it seems as if they've all reached an agreement, as tenuous as it might be. Memories are out of the question when there's more than one other person unwilling to give them up. Body parts, however, ones that would count as a loss because they relied on it for one reason or another. He could take out his eye right now and leave the others to pick what they're willing to give up, and that would be the end of it.
But—
He looks towards Misa who is resolved to do whatever it takes just to live, then Gen who has more to lose than the rest of them, and then Amos. His gaze lingers on the man. Amos was willing to die for them again, just to keep them safe. Even if they're familiar with how death is only temporary thanks to the shards, there's no guarantee those rules might apply here. Not when there's a dryad playing around with their lives as if none of them matter at all, as if they all hadn't already sacrificed so much before any of this.
He isn't usually the type to let his emotions get the best of him, but he doesn't have the luxury of thinking this one through. All he knows is that he doesn't want to see any of these people get hurt again, not when he can still do something about it.
It's a risk, he knows that. There's a chance whatever he's about to do will make things worse— he knows. But the longer he hesitates, the higher the risk of dying becomes. So he makes for the knife given by the dryad now that their choice centred around giving up a piece of themselves.
He approaches where the creature is on the wall. ]
Nothing personal. I'm sure you understand.
[ With the knife in his hand, he thinks it's time to put this creature out of its misery so they don't have to deal with giving up more than they already have. ]
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Right now, it seems as if they've all reached an agreement, as tenuous as it might be. Memories are out of the question when there's more than one other person unwilling to give them up. Body parts, however, ones that would count as a loss because they relied on it for one reason or another. He could take out his eye right now and leave the others to pick what they're willing to give up, and that would be the end of it.
But—
He looks towards Misa who is resolved to do whatever it takes just to live, then Gen who has more to lose than the rest of them, and then Amos. His gaze lingers on the man. Amos was willing to die for them again, just to keep them safe. Even if they're familiar with how death is only temporary thanks to the shards, there's no guarantee those rules might apply here. Not when there's a dryad playing around with their lives as if none of them matter at all, as if they all hadn't already sacrificed so much before any of this.
He isn't usually the type to let his emotions get the best of him, but he doesn't have the luxury of thinking this one through. All he knows is that he doesn't want to see any of these people get hurt again, not when he can still do something about it.
It's a risk, he knows that. There's a chance whatever he's about to do will make things worse— he knows. But the longer he hesitates, the higher the risk of dying becomes. So he makes for the knife given by the dryad now that their choice centred around giving up a piece of themselves.
He approaches where the creature is on the wall. ]
Nothing personal. I'm sure you understand.
[ With the knife in his hand, he thinks it's time to put this creature out of its misery so they don't have to deal with giving up more than they already have. ]