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“Hey Gri?” Scar asks.
Grian hums in response, pulling back slightly to look down at him from where he lies across the man’s chest.
“Do you think…” He pauses, licking his lips before pursing them. “What if it’s just the two of us? At the end?”
Grian blinks, sleepy mind trying to wrap around that before it clicks. There weren’t many of the players left. Anything could happen, either of them could lose their final lives (even if Grian still had two), but…
“I don’t want to kill you,” Scar says, voice barely more than a whisper.
Grian closes his eyes. If it came down to it, he had a feeling Scar wouldn’t kill him. He wishes he could say the same, that he wouldn’t kill Scar, but…well, he has, hasn’t he? Sure, it was at the start of the games, but…Maybe that just makes it worse.
Grian opens his mouth to say something but Scar beats him to it.
“If it comes down to it…I want you to kill me. Okay? I’ll just - I’ll offer myself up, make it easy for you.”
“Scar…”
“I don’t want to live in a world without you.”
What is Grian meant to say to that? He doesn’t want to live in a world without Scar either, but if there’s only one winner…
“I don’t want to kill you either,” he finally says, not wanting to even look at Scar as he keeps his eyes closed.
“G.” One of Scar’s hands comes up and cups his cheek. “G, look at me.” When Grian refuses, he sighs. “Grian.” The way he says it causes a shudder to go through Grian and he finally gives in. “There you are.” He smiles, but it’s nothing like the ones Grian has come to know. It’s sad, almost as if he’s already staring death in the face. Maybe he is.
Grian places his own hand over Scar’s. He wants to close his eyes, to dip his head, to look away. He looks into Scar’s red eyes instead.
“If it comes down to it, I want you to kill me. Okay? Promise me that. We can - we can put on a show if we have to, but…You deserve to win, Grian.” When Grian opens his mouth to argue, Scar shakes his head. “Don’t argue with me, Gri. You need to be the one to win.”
Grian, exhausted suddenly, just nods slightly and Scar relaxes.
“Good,” he says. “Good.” He lets go of Grian’s cheek and Grian goes back to resting it on his chest.
He doesn’t want to be the one to kill Scar. He’s already done it once, he doesn’t need to do it again. But he knows that Scar wouldn’t kill him. He wouldn’t take his final life, at least. Honestly, he doesn’t put it past Scar getting rid of his second life.
But with the final one? Scar would hardly lay a finger on him. He might cause some damage, but not enough to really do anything.
A cold wind blows through the bunker and Grian shivers a little, Scar’s arms quickly wrapping around him. He takes this moment to enjoy the feeling of Scar against him, unsure of how much longer it’ll last.